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 refused to let her sons lose her

just come to see you—II missed you," she purred coquettishly, tightening her arms around his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with his collar buttons, brushing intermittently against

together long enough to

accept your goodwill, but..." Isaac chuckled after studying her for a bit and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You

pressed gently against her neck, his hot breath almost consuming

her throat parched. "You want

Irene could snap at him for his brazenness right then—they were in his office,

not afraid someone

she became afraid to look

dead

was goading her to

then. "I saw you with a woman

stared at her for a beat. "Would you like to

"Yes," Irene admitted.

else. I'm

still haven't told me who she