Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246

Iris

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I wake to the feeling of being watched. When I crack my eyes open, Arthur is propped up on one elbow beside me, staring directly at me with a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Were you watching me sleep?” I mumble. “That’s creepy, you know.”

His smile widens. “I can’t help it. You’re beautiful when you sleep.”

I roll my eyes and pull the sheet up to cover my naked chest, suddenly aware of my tangled hair and morning breath. “I’m sure I

look like a hot mess.”

“Emphasis on hot,” he chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “Sleep well?”

“Mmm,” I nod, stretching like a cat. My muscles protest from yesterday’s horseback riding and last night’s… activities, but it’s a

pleasant kind of protest. “You?”

“Best sleep I’ve had in years.”

“Where’s Miles?” I ask, suddenly realizing that the house is suspiciously quiet. Usually our son is up at the crack of dawn,

bouncing on our bed and demanding breakfast.

“With the ranch hand’s family,” Arthur says, looking quite pleased with himself. “Turns out he has three kids around Miles‘ age. They invited him for a day at their place–they’ve got chickens, goats, horses, the works. Miles practically dragged me out of bed

at sunrise to take him over there.”

I sit up, clutching the sheet to my chest. “And you just… let a stranger take our son?”

Arthur chuckles. “Relax, Iris. I met the whole family. They’re good people, and you can literally see their house from here. Plus, I did a background check on everyone who works here before I bought the place.”

Of course he did. The man is nothing if not thorough.

“So,” I say, taking a deep breath, “does this mean we have the whole day to ourselves?”

“The whole day,” he confirms, his eyes darkening slightly as they drop to where the sheet is barely covering my breasts. “Any ideas on how to spend it?”

I bite my lip, considering. As tempting as it is to spend the entire day in bed with him, we’re in one of the most beautiful places in the world, it’s gorgeous and sunny outside, and I want to take advantage of it.

“I was thinking about that waterfall,” I suggest. “The one we used to hike to, remember?”

Arthur’s expression softens. “Silver Falls. Of course I remember.”

Silver Falls was our special place during our vacations here years ago. A secluded waterfall tucked away in the forest, accessible

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“Done,” Arthur says, already getting out of bed. He doesn’t bother with modesty, giving me a full view of his naked glory as he stretches. Even after all this time, the sight of him still makes my breath catch. “I’ll pack us a lunch.”

Arthur leads the way, occasionally reaching back to help me over a fallen log or up a steep incline. We don’t talk much as we hike,

both of us content to listen to the sounds of the forest–birds calling, leaves rustling, the distant sound of running water growing

And now here we are again, five years and a lifetime of experiences later, finding our way back to a place that once meant

everything to us. It’s surreal.