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!

her family—she refused to let her sons

arms around his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with his

been together long enough to

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

her neck, his

still left Irene blushing and her throat parched. "You want

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

afraid

to look him in the eye.

I'm dead serious," he

speechless—how was goading her to take his belt off being

"I saw you with a woman when I came. Who

stared at her for a beat. "Would

"Yes," Irene admitted.

then. "Go home if there's nothing else. I'm busy." Irene was left speechless again—putting on

me who

up a document folder, and replied