Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

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I didn’t think I would feel this way, but after deciding to move Miles to Ordan with me, I suddenly feel a new sense of cheer wash over me. Maybe I’m going back to a city filled with old memories, but the promise of new opportunities, a new life, is enough to

soften some of the bad things.

Right away, I start handling my affairs. Over the following days, I hunt down a living situation, finally settling on a sweet little

loft apartment in one of the historic buildings overlooking the arts quarter.

The apartment has high ceilings and large windows, perfect for painting, I can already picture Miles running around the open. concept floorplan, and the large round window at the front of the apartment overlooking the street below will be a perfect spot

for a little reading nook for him.

The floors are hardwood and creak ever so slightly when you move across them, and the whole space smells like new memories

waiting to be made.

After signing the lease–the landlord is more than happy to rent out a space to the up and coming artist ‘Flora“-I purchase a plane ticket for Miles and get to work purchasing the necessities for the apartment.

“I’ll buy you a sofa,” Brian says, checking over the list I’ve made. “A nice big sectional for you and Miles to play on.”

My cheeks tinge a slight shade of pink. “You don’t have to do that, Brian.”

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He glances up at me in that stern yet playful way of his. “Yes, I do. It’s the least I could do. Besides, Liam and the twins and I will

be coming over all the time, so I want to make sure it’s nice and comfortable in here.”

I can’t argue with that, of course. After telling Miles about the big move, which excites him greatly and gives him something to look forward to, Brian, Liam and I get to work putting together furniture and situating the apartment.

Soon enough, the apartment is livable. A little empty as of right now, but cozy. The sofa is positioned right in front of the old stone fireplace, and I’ve set up a painting area in the corner overlooking the street below. I spread out a small rug and some comfy kid–sized chairs in Miles‘ reading nook, and set up a bunk bed with an extra pull–out bed in his bedroom.

The bunk bed was Liam’s idea, and another gift from the two of them. They said it was so that the twins and Miles could have sleepovers, but I think they just want to spoil Miles. Again, I can’t argue with that.

However, the apartment isn’t quite ready. The landlord needs to finalize some things before we can officially move in, so I leave the essentials at Brian and Liam’s apartment, planning to stay with them temporarily until the move in date.

Finally, the day of my flight back to Bo’Arrocan comes. I’m going to fly home in the afternoon, then stay a few days to get some things in order before flying back to Ordan with Miles. But first, I have to attend a meeting at the art gallery in the morning.

I head to the gallery, my face hurting from how much I’ve been smiling lately. The agent who has been sent to help finalize my patronage contract is already waiting for me. She’s a portly older woman with gray hair cut into a neat pixie style, and her

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expression gives off a no–nonsense air..

“You must be the artist,” she says, shaking my hand. “My name is Deborah. I’ll be helping you finalize your contract today.”

The woman looks me up and down, and for a moment, I sense that she isn’t fully buying it. But finally, she lets it go. With that, she points to the first page of the contract.

I nod, leaning in to study the contract. All of the clauses are pretty standard–Marsiel Gallery requests t that I participate in one seminar per month, and that I share ten percent of my earnings from any art I sell during the exhibition at the end of the year with the gallery. I’ll also be taking part in one press tour during the year, traveling to various galleries and venues around the city as the gallery’s ambassador.

“Does the patron really mean this?” I ask, pointing. “It says that I don’t need to share any earnings with my patron. I don’t even have to give them a painting at the end as a gift.”

“Ahem.” She clears her throat. “Well, yes. The patron does not request any gifts or commissions. They only wish to see you make