“So, what was with all the drama at the boutique? Everything okay?”
“Which part?” I asked. “How Sasha’s new assistant practically kicked Nan and me out because we weren’t dressed to standards, and she thought we couldn’t afford anything?”

“What a bitch she was,” Nan said, rolling her eyes. “So glad she got fired.”
“I knew I should have gone in with you. We could have avoided all of that,” Erik said, shaking his head with a deep frown.
“Yeah, but her true colors wouldn’t have come out, and she would still be working there. Sasha deserves better than that,” I tell him.
He shrugs.

“Still, when your mate finds out about this, he’s going to be pissed,” Erik warned. “And trust me, these packs might be huge, and we might be in neutral territory, but word will eventually get back to him even if we don’t tell him ourselves.”
I knew he was right; Gavin always seemed to find out everything. His eyes flickered over to Irene.

“What about you? What were you doing during that? Did they not recognize you?” He asked. Irene was a fashion goddess, and she was featured in numerous magazines worldwide. If you work in the fashion industry, then you know exactly who Irene Landry is.
“I had to take a phone call during all that,” she murmured. “But I showed up at the end and called her out for her bullshit.”
Erik nodded approvingly.

“Good. Was the phone call anything important?” “I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
He held up his hand in mock defense. “I just need to make sure my boss’s daughter isn’t getting herself into any trouble while under my watch,” he said. “I might be the driver, but I’m also a gamma and assigned to be our security officer.

Don’t make me lose your father’s trust.” “It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with,” she said, glancing down at her menu even though we all knew she already knew what she was going to order she ordered the same side salad every time she came here.

“As long as you’re okay, that’s all I care about,” he replied, taking a sip of his water. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked like she wanted to burst into tears again. “If you call suspecting my mate is cheating on me, okay… then yeah, I’m great.” Erik’s eyes snapped to hers and darkened. “Wait, what?” he asked. “Chuck is cheating on you? How do you know that?”

Irene went on to explain what had happened on the phone call, and Erik cursed under his breath. “So, when are you going there to kick his ass?” He asked, staring between us. I wanted to laugh because I was thinking the same thing. “Gavin already said no,” I muttered.
“That’s not good enough; we need to try. Or maybe I can take some leave and go myself.” “Without actual proof?” Nan said,
raising her brows. “We need to find.. proof first before we accuse him it could literally mean anything.”

“He did say we can discuss it further later tonight. So, it’s not a definite no just yet,’ I assured them. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Erik shook his head as he grabbed his phone.

“I have connections in Jeremy’s territory. Give me the rest of today, and I can have us all on a flight in 48 hours, tops.”
With that, he stood and walked towards the bathroom with his phone pressed to his ear and the three were left staring after him with our mouths hanging open in shock.