Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: 66-Bra Off In His Office

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Flashback:

"As Alpha King Ragnar’s personal secretary, you will be working in his office," the HR manager said. "Your desk is in the corner."

I walked silently behind him.

Two years had passed and I have managed to nail the interview somehow.

"You’ll be able to find your way from here?" the HR manager asked, stopping mid-step when he realized I had not spoken in a while.

I straightened slightly and gave a small nod.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

He walked away.

I stepped into the elevator, my fingers hovering over the fifth-floor button.

I knew exactly where I was supposed to go.

But instead, I lowered my hand and pressed the third.

This was just the beginning.

I smoothed my skirt as I stepped out of the elevator.

It fit close along my waist and hips before falling straight down.

My white blouse was simple, the top buttons left open just enough.

I had lost weight over the past two years, and my body had settled into something curvier.

My waist was smaller now, my curves more defined.

I adjusted my sleeve and steadied my breath.

Nothing about this was accidental.

I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, the oversized frames sitting just right against my face.

My blond hair was pulled into a loose bun, a few strands slipping free around my face, my bangs falling softly at the front.

I stopped outside Alpha King Theodore’s office, my hand trembling as I reached for the door.

I remembered our last encounter.

It had been charged, tangled in something that blurred the line between desire and betrayal.

I pulled a few files from my bag, the ones meant for Alpha King Ragnar’s office, and held them loosely in my hands.

Then I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"I’m so sorry, Alpha King Ragnar. I’m late," I said, letting the files slip from my grasp as I dropped to my knees to gather them.

As I bent down, one of the top buttons of my shirt loosened, the fabric parting slightly.

A sharp gasp cut through the room, and it was not the deep voice I had expected.

I lifted my head to watch the scene.

Alpha King Theodore was not alone.

He had company, and not just any company. It was very intimate and seductive.

A blonde, short-haired woman quickly got off his lap, turning her back to me as she fixed her shirt and adjusted her bra.

I froze, still kneeling, my gaze lifting as I watched them in silence.

Then my eyes shifted to the man beside her.

Alpha King Theodore.

The handsome prince I remembered had turned into something else.

He had a light mustache and beard now.

Broader, stronger, but still lean through the waist.

His shoulders were wide, his presence dark and ominous.

There was something different in his eyes.

Not just desire.

Power.

"Do you idiots not knock before barging in?" the woman snapped.

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