Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 40

Iris

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By dinnertime, Miles is bouncing with energy from his nap. We take our seats at the dinner table, digging into a saucy pasta dish

with glistening chicken breast and vibrant vegetables. Miles happily twirls his pasta around on his fork, his tongue stuck out in concentratio

For a few moments, we just enjoy the quiet, listening to the faint sound of classical music playing on the radio and the city bustling below.

It feels like we never left home in Bo’Arrocan, although it’s much quieter there. The coastal community where I raised Miles is

more peaceful, the scent of seaweed and salt drifting through the air. It was a nice change from the hustle of Ordan.

But even after five years in Bo’Arrocan, I missed the noise of Ordan. Now, sitting here at our dining table, I feel more content than

I have in some time.

Even if Arthur is out there with his plastic smile plastered across every billboard and magazine cover.

Miles is still clutching his stuffed shark in his lap. It already has tomato sauce splattered on it, but that doesn’t seem to bother

him. I watch him slurp his pasta with a smirk on my face, knowing fully well that that shark is going to last all of three weeks

before it looks like it’s been run through a garbage disposal.

Suddenly, Miles looks up at me with that glint in his eyes that tells me that he has a bombshell to drop. I suppress a sigh as he

says, “When can we see Daddy again?”

I’m

not sure w

to say. I’ve already lied and told him that Arthur isn’t his father, and no amount of trying to rationalize it by

telling myself that Arthur isn’t really Miles‘ father, at least not in the way that counts, will change that. Nothing will convince

Miles, either.

“Do you really want to see him again?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

Miles nods vehemently. “I had so much fun today! He’s so tall, too. When he gave me a piggyback ride, I felt like I was flying.”

I set my fork down and reach for my glass of red wine, suddenly feeling like I need the alcohol to dull my frayed nerves. Taking a

sip, I reply, “He made quite the impression on you, huh?”

Miles nods, shoveling another messy forkful of pasta into his mouth and staining his cheeks red with the sauce. It’s strange,

it was such a struggle that I’m almost considering flying her out here to Ordan just to babysit whenever I need to go out without

And then there’s Brian, Liam, and the twins. Miles has grown up so far with the twins, so they’re pretty much siblings to him.

And Brian and Liam are like his adoptive fathers, and have always doted on him since birth.