Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 242

Iris

By the time we return to the ranch house, my legs feel like jelly. I never realized horseback riding would use so many muscles that I didn’t even know I had. Arthur and Miles, of course, seem completely unaffected, which is annoying but also very unsurprising.

“Did you see how fast Thunder went, Mommy?” Miles chatters as Arthur helps him down from the horse. “We were flying!”

“You most certainly were not flying,” I reply, grimacing slightly as I slide off of Buttercup’s back with the ranch hand’s

assistance. My thighs scream in protest as my feet make contact with the floor. “And I’m very glad about that.”

The ranch hand chuckles. “You did great for your first time,” he says while he begins loosening the girth on his horse’s saddle. The horse lets out a huff of relief. “Most beginners don’t make it through a two–hour trail ride.”

“I’m pretty sure I only made it because I was too scared to fall off,” I mutter, but I’m secretly a little proud of myself. After the

initial terror wore off, I actually enjoyed parts of the ride–especially seeing that magnificent wolf.

The memory of her golden eyes meeting mine still sends a shiver down my spine. I’m still debating painting her, but… I’m not

sure yet. Maybe a sketch just for me would be okay.

Once we’ve thanked the ranch hand and seen the horses safely returned to the stables, Arthur announces he’s going to fire up the

grill for dinner.

“How does steak sound?” he asks, already rolling up his sleeves.

Miles jumps up and down. “With french fries?”

“With whatever you want, buddy,” Arthur says, ruffling his hair.

I settle into one of the comfortable rocking chairs on the back porch, a glass of iced tea in hand, and watch as Miles runs wild

across the expansive lawn. I’ll never understand his boundless energy, but it’s nice to see him have some space to really run

without the worry of passing cars.

Arthur tends to the grill on the stone patio, occasionally glancing up to check on Miles. The sight of him with his sleeves pushed