Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Chapter 117

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Once I’m certain he’s asleep, I let out a soft sigh and bend down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight, little wolf,” I whisper. The familiar nickname feels even more ironic now.

After changing out of my gown, I’m not even close to feeling tired. Rather, I change into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t–shirt, stuffing my feet into slippers and padding down the hall to my studio. Arthur’s room is quiet and dark when I pass, and I figure he’s sleeping.

Quietly, I enter my studio and get to work. I don’t have any particular idea in mind tonight–I just put on a pair of headphones and listen to classical music and let my brush flow. Before I know it, shapes and silhouettes are forming on the blank canvas, my arm moving in time with the gentle strains of a symphony.

But it’s not long before I see it.

The figures in the painting.

Two figures, a man and a woman, fumbling in a dark closet. A bare breast, a tongue lapping at flesh, a head thrown back in pleasure. By the time I realize what I’ve done, I gasp, dropping my paintbrush on the floor.

I’ve accidentally painted myself and Arthur without even meaning to.

Stunned, I stare at the painting for several long moments, the symphony still playing in my ears. Each curve of flesh, each harsh line of that tuxedo feels like a stab in the heart. Tears begin to well up in my eyes, a hot fire burning through my low belly.

The symphony grows in speed, the tempo turning frantic, just like my pulse.