Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Iris

Arthur blinks at me once, twice, and then a third time just for good measure before he says, “You really want to bring lawyers into this?”

I fold my arms indignantly. “You’re the one who decided to bring arrest into it. And don’t even get me started on taking a DNA sample from my son without my knowledge

Arthur bristles slightly, but finally sighs and nods. “Very well. If you really want to go to the trouble of turning this into a legal battle, then it’s well within your rights. But you should know that my legal team is

“You’re the Alpha President of Ordan,” I cut him off, getting up from my chair. “You don’t need to boast about your legal team.”

Truthfully, though, I’m actually fucking terrified. I know fully well just how expensive and powerful Arthur’s legal team is, the sort of lawyers that I couldn’t stand a chance against with what’s left of my savings after the whole debacle.

But I won’t let him see that. I can’t show that kind of weakness right now.

“Come on, Miles,” I say gently, dropping to a crouch in front of him. “We’re going to stay at Uncle Brian’s apartment here for a while. How does that sound?”

Miles looks a little confused, but I don’t have the heart to tell him that I can’t currently afford to get our own apartment back or even pay for a hotel. I know Brian and Liam will let me use their place in the meantime, though

Suddenly, Arthur says, “You can stay with me.”

I whip my head around to look at him, my eyes shooting daggers. Of course I don’t want to stay with him after the stunt he just pulled. In fact-

“Yay!” Miles shoots to his feet, clapping his hands together with glee. “We’re staying with Daddy! Mommy, can we please? Pleeeease?”

I hesitate for a moment, caught between a rock and a hard place yet again. Miles looks happier than he has all week, and I’m terrified of potentially seeing him go quiet again if I refuse Arthur’s offer.

But if I accept…

I glance over at Arthur, weighing my options. He’s wearing a placid smile on his face, playing the role of the innocent, doting father, but I think he knows exactly what he’s doing right now.

Bastard

That’s a relief, but only a little. I nod begrudgingly. “Fine. But only for a little while.” I decide that I’ll do whatever it takes to find another living situation as soon as possible, but for now, it’s our best shot.

As we begin the journey to Arthur’s home, I begin to picture the living quarters. I imagine a cold, sterile Alpha penthouse, with gray everything and cold tiles beneath my feet. Once, Arthur was a fan of a creaky hardwood floor and mahogany furniture, stacks of books and a crackling fire.