Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: 4-I Am Exposed.

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I cleaned the kitchen in tears while every passing employee blamed me for the inconvenience.

Some laughed as they repeated Ragnar’s words, and I endured it all.

When I was done, I went to the rooftop for some fresh air.

That’s when someone joined me.

"Had a lot of work?" Alpha King Jaguar’s voice made me catch my breath.

I gave him a faint nod, but his eyes narrowed as he studied my face.

"Have you been crying?" he asked, stepping closer.

His black hair brushed the back of his neck, parted slightly off-center.

It lifted before settling neatly, a few strands falling across his forehead.

Even from a distance, his green eyes gleamed like emeralds.

He was tall, broad-shouldered.

The brothers were known for their distinct features, but they shared a few things.

They were deadly handsome.

And arrogant as fuck.

"I think I’m going to get fired, sir," I said, my hands tied under my abdomen.

"What? Why?" he asked, urgency visible in his voice.

"Alpha King Ragnar, your brother, is upset with my work," I replied, trying to stop my lips from quivering.

"If he fires you," Jaguar paused, leaning against the short wall in front of us, "I’ll hire you."

His voice slowed when he said it.

"Really, sir?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes.

His gaze moved over my face, starting with my hair, then my eyes, before dropping to my lips and finally my neck. His jaw clenched.

It always happened this way.

"Yeah, really," he said, his heavy voice sexier in a whisper.

There was something about the way Jaguar acted, as if he was ready to take things one step forward.

However, I did not want it.

I wanted the chase to continue.

I wanted the intimacy to stay faint, not too open.

That was why being Ragnar’s secretary was the best option for now.

I didn’t want to commit to anything.

Jaguar touched his forehead, and I noticed the hint of awkwardness, like there was something he wanted to say.

"I’m sorry about what happened in the elevator," he whispered, his eyes searching mine.

I looked down shyly, then pressed my hands behind my back, pulling myself closer.

"It’s not your fault, sir. It was crowded," I began. "And I think your pen was in the wrong pocket."

As soon as I said it, I looked up and caught his eyes narrowing before he nodded.

"Oh yes, that was my pen," he added, clearly relieved that I had mistaken his finger for one.

I did that because I knew Jaguar. He liked women who were innocent, almost naive.

Theodore was different. He liked risk. A bold woman who would have a moment and forget it the next.

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