Alpha's Lost Luna Returns With His Twins Chapter 19-Fallen In His Arms

Iris:

After all the chaos, I finally settled in, only for my babies, though. They didn’t seem too worried or scared, so I stayed quiet, letting them believe it was a safe place. Even though I knew their father was incapable of keeping anyone safe.

The worst part was that I wouldn’t just face this man at ho anymore. I had to face him every day now, because we fucking worked together.

"I think soone who’s famous on social dia could do just as well," Walkin suggested. I tapped my fingers on the file, staring at it.

Since we had started working together and signed a contract, we were planning to do a small advertisent for our company. We were going to introduce it, set it on the market first, and we needed a model for that.

It was clear we were going to disagree, mainly because our ideas didn’t align. They wanted heavy promotion but didn’t realize that influencers often brought a lot of drama with them.

"How about we hire a popular runway model? Or soone who’s been a black sheep in the modeling industry?" I suggested.

As soon as I spoke, I noticed Walkin smirk, almost as if he found my approach amusing.

"Why? Did I say sothing funny?" I questioned, clenching my fist under the desk.

He was sitting in my office. My mother had decided to stay ho. I had caras everywhere and was keeping an eye on her. Thankfully, she wasn’t near my kids.

At the sa ti, I knew Kash wanted to enroll the kids at Pack’s School. Honestly, it sounded like a good idea, it would keep them away from my mother for a while.

While Walkin and I were still discussing things, Kash stord in without knocking.

"Please knock," I grunted.

He ignored , dragged a chair next to Walkin, and sat down, making roll my eyes.

"So, what’s going on? Did you guys co up with a plan?" he questioned.

"We’re kind of running into a disagreent," Walkin replied.

"And—" Kash turned to face . He gave a quick, judgntal look.

"Do you know anything about marketing?" he pressed, and I instantly knew where he was heading.

"I don’t," I admitted.

But before I could say more, he raised his hand to silence .

"Well then, what’s the problem? If you don’t know anything, why are you interfering?" His tone was sharp and deaning.

I noticed that every ti Kash spoke, his friend smirked. It was his way of showing support for his friend and his nonsense.

"Well, that’s because, as stated in the contract, I will be a part of the discussion and final decision in almost everything," I replied simply before returning to the files.

I was so annoyed with him. So damn annoyed.

A little while later, Kash brought in a creative director who started sharing a few ideas he had in mind for the beginning and launch of our brand. We sat together, listening to everything, and honestly, I couldn’t double down on my idea more.

As soon as he finished, Walkin let him know that we were having a disagreent about which model to cast. The man, probably in his early forties, introduced himself as Franz and smiled at .

"I thought you were going to model it yourself. I an, you have all the looks, the feel, the emotions. You’re so beautiful," he said.

As soon as he started complinting , I began to feel nervous. I anxiously tucked my hair behind my ear, and I swear my cheeks turned rosy.

"Thank you, but no. I’m just— I’m just one of the owners of the company," I said with a shy smile.

"And she’s also a mother of two and has a boyfriend," Kash added, completely ruining the mont.

I hadn’t been complinted like that in years, so it felt amazing, but he had to ruin it because he was a fucking jealous ass. I glared at him for his response.

"Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t an to make you uncomfortable, but wow! a mother of two? You don’t look it," Franz continued, and I gave him a shy smile.

anwhile, I noticed Kash shifting a lot in his seat.

"Okay, Franz, we’ll et again, and I’ll let you know what we’ve decided, okay?" Kash spoke up, dismissing him.

Walkin stood up to walk the director out of the company, leaving Kash and alone.

"You really like complints, the attention of n, don’t you?" Kash remarked, leaning back in his seat, crossing one leg over the other, and playing with the paperweight in his hand.

I got up from my chair, reaching for the files on the shelf. At the sa ti, I grunted at his comnt.

"Well, it has nothing to do with you, so you don’t need to worry about ," I snapped, almost pissed at what he was suggesting.

"I an, I obviously have to be careful because you’re the mother of my children. I wouldn’t want anyone to taunt them for having a mother who loves n’s attention," he continued, making my blood boil.

I turned around sharply and glared at him.

"You know what? The eting’s over. Why the hell are you still sitting here? Go back to your own office and bother soone else," I retorted.

I couldn’t believe I was talking to him this way. Once upon a ti, I used to kiss the ground he walked on, but I guess it was ti I accepted that so people just don’t deserve respect, and he was one of them.

"Well, fine then. But don’t expect to sit silently and watch you flirt around my office. This isn’t how professionals behave," he hissed.

The mont he started walking, I moved toward my table too. But as he passed, he pushed an empty chair aside, which got in my way. Trying to avoid it, I stepped back too quickly, and my heel snapped. My ankle twisted, and my body tilted forward.

But I never hit the ground.

My fingers clutched the soft fabric of his coat, his sandalwood scent flooding my senses, and before I knew it, I was hanging in his arms in the most awkward way. One of my hands had even grabbed his tie.

For a mont, I couldn’t breathe. I just stared at his face.

Then, as I started to collect my thoughts, I frowned. He was still staring, shalessly keeping suspended instead of helping up.