Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

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Chapter 97

“I should give him his medicine,” I say, moving away from Arthur. I hurry upstairs before he can say anything, where I find Miles sitting up in bed, coughing and rubbing his eyes. His kitten is sitting beside him, mewing and pawing at him as if in worry.

“Mommy, I don’t feel good,” Miles moans.

I let out a soft sigh and sit on the bed beside him, spooning his medicine out. “I know, sweety. It’s just a cold from the water. Take your medicine, okay?”

Miles winces at the flavor of his medicine and refuses at first, but finally relents. Within a few minutes, he’s settled again, drifting off to sleep with his kitten in his arms. I sigh again and scratch the kitten behind the ears, then kiss Miles on the forehead and get up, making a mental note to call the doctor in the morning.

But I don’t go back downstairs all night. Rather, I make my way into my studio, where I spend the night working on a painting inspired by memories that I’ll never forget.

Arthur

Iris doesn’t come back downstairs all night, and I don’t blame her. I probably scared her away, in my stupid drunken state, trying to woo her with wine and dancing and old songs.

I feel like a fool as I sit in the living room, finishing my drink. It suddenly tastes like ash on my tongue, and I think back to what Iris said about drinking alone.

She’s right, of course. I never used to drink alone, but then she left, and it became almost a nightly occurrence. Never enough to make me sick or hungover, but always enough to dull the pain, to make it easier to sleep.

Truthfully, I can’t sleep without her by my side. Not unless I’m inebriated.

Around two in the morning, I finally decide to call it a night I head upstairs, but pause halfway down the hall, seeing a light still on in Iris’s studio. Curious, I quietly open the door and peek inside.