Page 17 of Isla

I dropped my eyes to the table and sighed, shaking my head. “I’m just upset, and like I said earlier, tomorrow is a new day.”

“Do you want a cuddle?” he whispered.

My eyes met his, and I slowly shook my head. The worst thing I could have right now would be a purring alpha trying to calm me, trying to lure me into bed.

“Hopefully, I’ll see you around,” he said. “And you’ll be less grumpy.”

He smelled fucking marvellous. Yes, tomorrow I would ride him. I grinned at him. “Tomorrow is the start of the rest of my life. Maybe we could have a drink together.”

“Or maybe I won’t be here tomorrow,” he replied. “Maybe now is your last opportunity.”

He was wearing a charcoal suit and white shirt with a cobalt tie that matched his eyes. He was here on business and wanted something while he was away. I glanced at his finger. There was no ring, but Noah didn’t want to wear one either, so that meant nothing.

“Story of my life,” I said, looking down for a moment. I had to forget about gorgeous alphas, nice smelling ones or not. There was only one end goal for me now, and it wasn’t getting stuck with alphas that kept omegas as playthings.

My mobile pinged again, and he glanced at the message. I held my hand out. “Phone please.”

“He wants to talk to you. Apparently, it’s not what you think,” he said.

I laughed, and he tilted his head to one side. “Of course it’s not. I went to his workplace dressed in sexy lingerie and nothing else to surprise him, and he shouted at me to get out when I expected him to leap over his desk and fuck me.”

Sexy dark haired man raised an eyebrow and gave a gentle nod of his head.

“Then I waited in the coffee shop opposite, thinking he’d be okay in half an hour and I could say sorry to him... me... I was going to fucking apologise to him for disturbing him when he was busy.”

He nodded to me again.

“He walked in with a man and then I realised that man was underneath the desk sucking him off when I was in his office... I heard groaning.” I sighed as tears laced my eyes.

“Then why are you wearing a dress? Why did you go through with it?”

“I think it’s obvious that I didn’t go through with it,” I hissed.

“Why are you wearing a dress?” he said, his voice low and calm.

“Because I didn’t want to upset my family.” I sucked back a sob.

“Because you couldn’t upset your family,” he repeated.

I couldn’t tell this stranger anything else, certainly not because I was so desperate for a baby I was going to go marry Noah for that reason alone.

“Just get it all out,” he said.

I nodded. “I couldn't marry him because when I looked out of the window at the wedding party, Noah was looking at his boyfriend and I saw him tell him he loved him. That was the moment I couldn’t go through with it. Not only because he never told me he loved me. Not once.” I blurted and paused, wondering why I was telling a stranger everything, but getting it out helped.

I looked at the ceiling, trying to calm myself. I would not cry again. “And because he never looked at me like he looked at him.”

He smiled. It was light, but genuine. “Are you sure you don’t want a cuddle?” he asked.

My eyes widened as I thought of him being so close to me and me being so close to my heat. I shook my head. “Thank you, but I should sleep the day off and start afresh tomorrow.”

I smiled at him and pushed myself out of the booth, glancing back once at the man still sat in the same spot.

Don’t look again.

Fuck it.

I needed that chocolate, but I was going to eat it in bed, soaked with the contents of the minibar.

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