Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

The next morning, after a sleepless night of tossing and turning and mulling over what to do regarding Miles and Arthur, I get

dressed to go to Marsiel Gallery. I have a meeting today to finally sign my patronage contract, which is a welcome distraction

from everything else. Miles will be spending the day with Brian and his family.

However, as I’m pulling on my yellow sweater and a pair of jeans, my phone rings. It’s an unknown caller ID, and I ignore it

Instinctively, assuming it’s a scam caller. But when they call a second time immediately after, I finally pick up.

“Hello?”

“Iris?”

“Who is this?”

“This is Alpha Arthur’s Beta, Ezra,” the voice replies, and I suppress a groan. “Alpha Arthur has asked me to call you to ask if

you’ll meet him for dinner tonight, just the two of you. I can pick you up at eight.”

My eyes narrow suspiciously. “Why does he want to go out for dinner?” I ask.

Ezra hesitates for a moment before replying, “He just wants to talk.”

Talk Right. He’s probably just going to try to offer me more money, or maybe tell me that I’m not doing a good enough job

raising Miles, or-

“Mommy, are you going out with Daddy tonight?” Miles suddenly asks.

I whirl to see Miles standing in his bedroom doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes, still in his pajamas with that stuffed shark

clutched to his chest. He looks… hopeful. And the sight breaks my heart.

“No, honey, I-”

“I think you should go, Mommy,” he says, meeting my gaze sternly–Goddess, he really looks like his father when he does that.

“You don’t smile as much as you do when you’re with him.”

I sigh, passing my hand over my face. The Beta is silent on the other end of the phone, waiting for my response.

It’s not that I want to go out to dinner with Arthur, not one bit, but I can’t help but wonder if he has something important to tell me. And if he wants to go out to a nice restaurant, just the two of us, then maybe…

Maybe we could co–parent Miles, at the very least. I want that for my son, truly. More than anything, I want him to have a father who loves him, even if I can’t bring myself to get back together with Arthur.

A little while later, I’m at the art gallery, signing my contract. The patron is still anonymous, but it doesn’t matter; I’m just happy to be moving forward in my art career, and looking forward to the next exhibition.