Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208

Iris

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No matter how many times I do this, I’ll never get used to giving lectures. And without my old ‘Flora‘ disguise, I feel like I’ve been stripped of my protective armor, leaving me even more exposed and vulnerable.

My hands shake slightly as I click through the final slides of my presentation. The roorn is filled with fellow artists, residents, and gallery directors–all watching intently as I discuss the evolution of surrealist portraiture techniques.

“And so,” I conclude, gesturing to the projected image behind me, “we see how contemporary artists have taken the foundational principles established in the 1920s and transformed them through digital mediums, creating entirely new interpretations of the surrealist vision.”

Applause fills the om as I finish. Several heads nod appreciatively, and I catch a few smiles from the Abbott Gallery directors. My residency mentor approaches me afterward, patting my shoulder.

“Excellent work, Iris. That presentation was fantastic.”

Relief floods through me at the praise. After all the chaos of the past few weeks, I was becoming sort of worried that my actual artistic career might suffer. But somehow, I managed to pull it off. Probably partially thanks to Arthur stepping up as a perfect father.

I try not to think about the fact that I still haven’t told him the truth.

Tonight. I’ll tell him tonight. The party is in three days, so I hope this will give us time to navigate the revelation before the date comes. And I hope he won’t hate me too much for hiding this from him for a week now.

As I pack up my laptop and notes, a few other residents from other galleries come forward with questions and compliments. It feels good to be recognized for my work again, to be seen as an artist rather than just the Alpha President’s mate.

That feeling lasts exactly until I step outside.

“Iris! Over here!”

“Iris! What can you tell us about your relationship with the Alpha President?”

“Are wedding plans in the works?”

A wall of journalists practically slams into me, cameras flashing, microphones thrust in my face. My throat tightens. This isn’t what I expected–they’re supposed to be here for the art exhibition, not for gossip. I search for Emi, but she’s cut off by the journalists, and they’re not moving when she tries to force her way through them to my side.

“I—I just gave a presentation on surrealist portraiture,” I stammer, trying to redirect their attention. “The evolution of techniques from the 1920s to-”

“But what about Alpha President Arthur?” someone interrupts. “Sources say you’ve been spending nights at his apartment.”

“Is it true you’re still living on your own despite being in a relationship with him?”

My face burns. I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. Despite Caleb’s daily training sessions, I’m not prepared for an ambush like this.

Suddenly, a commanding voice cuts through the chaos.

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