Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Sighing, I turn toward the studio again, not really in the mood to deal with her antics. But as she opens the door to Arthur’s room and steps inside, curiosity takes hold of me, and I can’t help but follow her. I pause in the doorway, finding her rifling through his closet.

“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling strangely protective over Arthur’s things. This isn’t the first time I’ve found her in his room unannounced, and frankly, I don’t trust her one bit.

She glances at me from the closet, then huffs. “What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re going through things that don’t belong to you,” I reply quickly.

Selina scoffs, as if I’ve just said something ridiculous. “He’s my fiancee,” she corrects me, as if that makes any difference. As if we’re not both fully aware of their arrangement and the fact that she has no claim over Arthur or any of his belongings. “Besides, I’m looking for a tuxedo.”

I blink. “A tuxedo?”

“Yes, a tuxedo,” she sighs. She pulls a garment bag out and struts over to the bed, where she lays it down and unzips it. Inside is a sleek black tux, and she runs her hands over the elegant fabric, inspecting it for flaws. “You know, the sort of thing people wear to nice events? Arthur and I are going out tonight.”

“What sort of event are you going to?” I ask, curious.

She glances up at me. “The type of event you’re not invited to,” she says, zipping the bag back up with a flick of her wrist. “It’s very high–profile. Charity.” Her eyes flick over me, lingering on my paint–stained overalls and the yellow cardigan with the hole in it, and then something malicious curls her red lips. “The sort of thing you can’t afford. But even if you could, it’s couples–only, so you can’t go anyway.”

My eyes narrow. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that she’s most likely referring to the very same event Alice invited me to tonight, which means she’s outright lying. ‘Couples‘ aren’t a necessity. She just doesn’t want me to

1. go.

With that, Selina picks up the garment bag, hooking the hanger in the crook of her finger, and saunters past me. I watch her go, my mind racing the entire time.

She’s going to that event tonight with Arthur.