The Runaway Groom

Isaac loosened his necktie and threw it nonchalantly on the desk. "What are you doing here?"

Irene eagerly strode forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I just wanted to see you. Am I not allowed to do so?"

Isaac gently lifted her chin. “Is that all you really want?"

Why did he have a hard time believing that?

Irene certainly came to him because of Lulu, and she wanted to take a trip over to Minerva.

Now, however, she had another cause for concern.

Even if she did have faith in Isaac after going through thick and thin together, she could not trust him blindly either and disregard the consequences.

As for the man himself...

She studied him just then.

He was a successful businessman, who was tall, dark, and handsome —and the epitome of all fantasies women had toward men!

but so was her family—she

waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with his collar buttons,

long

for a bit and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You should show some sincerity and

her neck, his hot

with him, his teasing still left Irene blushing and her throat parched. "You want me

it on his belt buckle. Irene could snap at him for his brazenness right then—they were in his office, were

afraid

everywhere as she became afraid to look him in

I'm dead serious," he

was goading her to take

you with a woman when I came.

at her for a beat. "Would you

"Yes," Irene admitted.

nothing else. I'm

haven't told me who she

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