Page 2 of Isla

I laughed lightly, slapping my hand over my mouth, not wanting for Noah to hear me. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise for him.

I waited for the lift doors to close and crept to his office, considered for a moment whether to blast into the office, but I wanted to do this differently and try to be seductive, rather than the desperate I’d become.

My fingers fumbled as I undid my coat belt and shrugged off my coat, placing it on the back of Helena's chair.

I scanned down my body, pushed my boobs together, any help to make them look bigger, and smiled and then strolled back to Noah’s door, where I tapped lightly.

“I told you not to bother me,” he yelled.

God, the man is so fucking grumpy.

Chewing my lip, second guessing myself once again, then I glanced down at my outfit, seeing the stockings and lacy lingerie: Black, exactly what he liked, and I felt empowered again.

I could do this. Once he saw me, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. But being an alpha, he should smell me and be soaring out of the room to get me—but he didn’t.

I stood with my fist against the wooden door, wondering whether to knock again, when I heard him groan.

My poor Noah. He worried he wouldn’t finish his work on time for our honeymoon.

Would he cancel?

I tapped on the door again, holding the handle, ready to walk inside and take control.

“I told you not to bother me,” he shouted again. I looked around and there was nobody here. Only one computer glimmered in the distance.

I pushed on the door and strode into his office, and stood in front of his desk looking utterly delicious in my lingerie goodness. Our eyes locked, his eyes widened, and I smiled. It was the moment I thought he was going to leap over his large, wooden ornate desk and pin me to the wall. Not able to stop himself from seeing me dressed to kill.

He stared, and I put on a sexy smile as I ran my index finger up the side of my body, over my panties, holding his gaze as I waited for his reaction to how I had dressed.

His face reddened just before he yelled, “Get out!”

“Out?” I whispered.

“Yes, get out and do not come into my office unless I allow you to,” he growled.

“Oh,” I gasped. My eyes lowered to look at the floor and I turned, not looking at Noah again. I opened his office door and walked away.

I stood in the cafe opposite Noah’s office as I waited to order my drink. One coffee and something sweet would help to calm me, stop my legs from trembling as I thought of his cruel tone and the way he looked at me with disdain.

“A latte and two sweet blueberry muffins,” I said to the server.

“Two?” she clarified and picked up one of the enormous cakes to show me. “They’re big.”

“They are, and yes, two. I need the sugar hit, thanks,” I said.

A man behind me purred pathetically in my ear. I didn’t turn to him, but sighed. It was the same as always and I’d got so used to alphas over the past two years that I could zone out of those sounds. Not one alpha had affected me in that way.

Not even Noah.

It was pathetic, really—I was pathetic. I hadn’t craved alphas, yes I enjoyed the sex, especially the knot. But none gave me that warm and fuzzy feeling I expected to get. I thought it didn’t really exist.

Or you're a dud.

Regardless, I was getting married soon and had to confront Noah and sort out what was going through his head before I changed my mind and jumped in a cab to the station and got on the train back home.

So I waited with my coffee and food for him to finish work and explain his actions. Hoping he would have calmed down by the time we spoke. He would tell me he was super stressed, lost money... anything, but not have a reason for his outburst.

“Order for Isla,” the server said, placing my latte on the table and pushing it to me before placing the two warmed blueberry muffins in front of me.

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