The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 173: Chapter 173
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Josie POV
I resembled a crazy person. There was no other way to describe it. There was almost a frantic energy about me as I waited, anxiously biting my nails, counting down the minutes until I was almost certain that Rohan had to have left by now. A quick glance showed that the car he tended to use most was gone and I exhaled in relief, making my way slowly into the pack house, feeling as though I was doing something sneaky and undeniably wrong. Rohan loved me. I loved him. Maybe I should just let this go? But why wouldn’t he just tell me what he was up to? Why had he been staying late at his office and why did he keep hanging up his calls when he saw me coming? It wasn’t my imagination, it was suspicious.
I touched my stomach. He had been less affectionate lately and I wasn’t sure if it was because of how angry or snippy I had been. He used to touch me a lot and he would rub my stomach, making comments about the baby. My eyes welled with tears. Now it was like we were merely roommates and I wasn’t sure if he was having second thoughts about our relationship in general. Maybe he thought we weren’t suited for each other after all. Maybe I had pushed him away with all my anger and suspiciousness.
I entered the study, no longer as enthusiastic as I had been to find out where he was. I feel dumb. For all I knew he had been telling the truth about doing business, but I had heard for myself that he had plans with Lauren on Friday, from Lauren’s own lips. His office as usual was chaotic, papers scattered everywhere, his chair pushed back, his laptop closed and files piled up high, close to toppling over. I sighed. He really needed to get more organized when it came to his paperwork. As it was I bit my lip wondering where to begin. Knowing Rohan he would have put the location somewhere close, especially since he wouldn’t have wanted to lose the address or have to search for it I concluded.
A quick look at his desk divulged nothing, the few pieces of crunched-up paper merely doodles or handwritten notes such as remembering to ask an omega to get lunch or to remember a certain appointment. I frowned, placing them into the wastebasket conveniently located next to the desk. How like a man not to use the garbage bin, I thought with a shake of my head. He also tended to put his clothes next to the clothes hamper in the bathroom instead of in them. It could be quite irritating at times. I drummed my fingers on the desk, thinking, and then slowly opened the drawer. There was a bright yellow post-it note attached to the bottom and Rohan’s handwriting on it. I took in a deep breath. Bingo. His writing was difficult to make out but I could make out the general gist of it.
Lauren,
Fri La or was it Le? Charme
Keep Josie busy
Important date.
I put a hand on my chest. So it was a date then? I crumpled the note in my hand and threw it miserably into the wastebasket. My wolf howled, letting her own anguish out.
Mate is out with another woman. Why? What did we do to upset mate?
Nothing. Don’t cry, we’re going to confront him and demand answers. We’re not going to stay with him if he’s cheating on us.
But Josie, our pup.
Will be taken care of regardless, do you think my parents would allow us to struggle? No, better that our pup is raised in a loving environment than one that is miserable and strained. I need the truth.
But what if it’s not what we want to hear?
Then we go back home. My parents will welcome us with open arms I told my wolf grimly, meaning every word. I wouldn’t let my pup grow up in a household filled with hostility and tension.
I walked out of the study with determination and grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket. I still didn’t know how to drive, but it was no matter. It was a simple matter of looking up the address of the restaurant and organizing a driver. Within moments we were out on the road. I settled against the seat, staring blankly out the window. The driver, thankfully, sensed I wasn’t in a talking mood and left me alone, while I ruminated on my thoughts, my anger rising by the second. How could Rohan do this to me? To us? After everything we had been through? All that we had suffered through together? I had been loyal to him and had expected the same in return. Had I been too naive? Had I been after something impossible? I had wanted a love like my parents had. Anybody who came into contact with them could see the love they had for each other in their eyes. They openly displayed affection with each other and even after all the years they had been together they still made time to have quality alone time. I blushed. Even as an adult, I still didn’t like admitting that I knew my parents still did that.
I was so lost in my thoughts and despair that I failed to notice that we had reached the restaurant. The driver subtly cleared his throat, bringing me back to my senses and I blinked, looking at the rather charming-styled cottage restaurant that was on the ocean. My heart gave a pang. It was the kind of place I would have adored going to with Rohan. I loved the ocean. The driver quietly got out of the driver’s seat and opened my door, assisting me. “Thank you,” I said hoarsely. “Should I stay ma’am?” he asked cordially.
I hesitated. If Rohan was cheating, I was hardly going to be sticking around but was it fair to make the driver wait on my behalf?
I resembled a crazy person. There was no other way to describe it. There was almost a frantic energy about me as I waited, anxiously biting my nails, counting down the minutes until I was almost certain that Rohan had to have left by now. A quick glance showed that the car he tended to use most was gone and I exhaled in relief, making my way slowly into the pack house, feeling as though I was doing something sneaky and undeniably wrong. Rohan loved me. I loved him. Maybe I should just let this go? But why wouldn’t he just tell me what he was up to? Why had he been staying late at his office and why did he keep hanging up his calls when he saw me coming? It wasn’t my imagination, it was suspicious.
I touched my stomach. He had been less affectionate lately and I wasn’t sure if it was because of how angry or snippy I had been. He used to touch me a lot and he would rub my stomach, making comments about the baby. My eyes welled with tears. Now it was like we were merely roommates and I wasn’t sure if he was having second thoughts about our relationship in general. Maybe he thought we weren’t suited for each other after all. Maybe I had pushed him away with all my anger and suspiciousness.
I entered the study, no longer as enthusiastic as I had been to find out where he was. I feel dumb. For all I knew he had been telling the truth about doing business, but I had heard for myself that he had plans with Lauren on Friday, from Lauren’s own lips. His office as usual was chaotic, papers scattered everywhere, his chair pushed back, his laptop closed and files piled up high, close to toppling over. I sighed. He really needed to get more organized when it came to his paperwork. As it was I bit my lip wondering where to begin. Knowing Rohan he would have put the location somewhere close, especially since he wouldn’t have wanted to lose the address or have to search for it I concluded.
A quick look at his desk divulged nothing, the few pieces of crunched-up paper merely doodles or handwritten notes such as remembering to ask an omega to get lunch or to remember a certain appointment. I frowned, placing them into the wastebasket conveniently located next to the desk. How like a man not to use the garbage bin, I thought with a shake of my head. He also tended to put his clothes next to the clothes hamper in the bathroom instead of in them. It could be quite irritating at times. I drummed my fingers on the desk, thinking, and then slowly opened the drawer. There was a bright yellow post-it note attached to the bottom and Rohan’s handwriting on it. I took in a deep breath. Bingo. His writing was difficult to make out but I could make out the general gist of it.
Lauren,
Fri La or was it Le? Charme
Keep Josie busy
Important date.
I put a hand on my chest. So it was a date then? I crumpled the note in my hand and threw it miserably into the wastebasket. My wolf howled, letting her own anguish out.
Mate is out with another woman. Why? What did we do to upset mate?
Nothing. Don’t cry, we’re going to confront him and demand answers. We’re not going to stay with him if he’s cheating on us.
But Josie, our pup.
Will be taken care of regardless, do you think my parents would allow us to struggle? No, better that our pup is raised in a loving environment than one that is miserable and strained. I need the truth.
But what if it’s not what we want to hear?
Then we go back home. My parents will welcome us with open arms I told my wolf grimly, meaning every word. I wouldn’t let my pup grow up in a household filled with hostility and tension.
I walked out of the study with determination and grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket. I still didn’t know how to drive, but it was no matter. It was a simple matter of looking up the address of the restaurant and organizing a driver. Within moments we were out on the road. I settled against the seat, staring blankly out the window. The driver, thankfully, sensed I wasn’t in a talking mood and left me alone, while I ruminated on my thoughts, my anger rising by the second. How could Rohan do this to me? To us? After everything we had been through? All that we had suffered through together? I had been loyal to him and had expected the same in return. Had I been too naive? Had I been after something impossible? I had wanted a love like my parents had. Anybody who came into contact with them could see the love they had for each other in their eyes. They openly displayed affection with each other and even after all the years they had been together they still made time to have quality alone time. I blushed. Even as an adult, I still didn’t like admitting that I knew my parents still did that.
I was so lost in my thoughts and despair that I failed to notice that we had reached the restaurant. The driver subtly cleared his throat, bringing me back to my senses and I blinked, looking at the rather charming-styled cottage restaurant that was on the ocean. My heart gave a pang. It was the kind of place I would have adored going to with Rohan. I loved the ocean. The driver quietly got out of the driver’s seat and opened my door, assisting me. “Thank you,” I said hoarsely. “Should I stay ma’am?” he asked cordially.
I hesitated. If Rohan was cheating, I was hardly going to be sticking around but was it fair to make the driver wait on my behalf?
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