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!

family—she refused to

you," she purred coquettishly, tightening her arms around his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with his collar buttons, brushing intermittently against his

long enough to understand

into her ear, "You

gently against her neck, his hot breath

teasing still left Irene blushing and her throat parched.

belt buckle. Irene could snap

he not afraid someone would

everywhere as she became afraid to look him in the eye.

I'm dead

was goading her to take his belt off being dead

saw you with a woman when I came. Who

for a beat. "Would you

"Yes," Irene admitted.

if there's nothing else. I'm busy." Irene was left speechless again—putting on airs,

haven't told me who