All Chapters of REJECTED FOR HIS FIRST LOVE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

IVY’S POVTara’s word were still in my head when I drove to the golf course.Stop making things hard for yourself. Use your feminine ways. Use him.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, with my heart pounding violently in my chest and my hands were sweating.She was right. I had been playing defense for far too long. Every meeting with Kael, I was reacting. Whenever he moved, I stepped back. Anytime he pushed, I resisted. When he got close, I created distance.Well, not anymore.Today, I was done being timid. Today, I was going to take control.I parked the car and looked at myself in the rearview mirror and saw my red lips staring back at me and my eyes are determined.“Let us do this,” I whispered and encouraged myself a little bit.I got out of the car and stepped into the bright sun. The grass all around me was green and the air was fresh. But I did not notice any of it, because my eyes were fixed on him.Kael was standing near the first tree. He was wearing a black polo shirt and

IVY’S POVThe office was warm when I walked in, and I saw Tara sitting on the couch, with her legs crossed and with a cup of coffee in her hand. Zara was at her desk, going through some papers. They both looked up when I walked in.“There she is,” Tara said. “We were starting to get worried.”“Why were you worrying?” I asked feigning surprise.“Because you have been gone for hours.” Zara said and set her papers down. “So how did it go?”I dropped my bag on my desk and sat down. Though my body was tired, but my mind was still racing. I could still feel his fingers in my hair and could still see his eyes looking at my lips.“It was intense.” I said.Tara leaned forward and asked with a brow raised, “intense how?”Then I told them everything. The golf course, the way Kael had looked at me, the way he had stepped closer, the way there was no space between us, the way he had touched my hair and the way I had leaned into him instead of pulling away.Tara’s eyes got wider with every word and

KAEL’S POVMy house was quiet, so quiet as I waled through the living room, straightening a pillow here and adjusting a lamp there. I had never done this before. I had never cared about how my house looked for a guest. But this was just not any guest. This was Ivy.I stopped in front of the window and squinted my eyes at the bright city lights blinking in the distance. The sky was dark and the stars were out. But I did not see any one them.I only saw her.The way she had looked at me at the golf course. The way she had leaned into my touch. The way her grey eyes had held mine and did not let go.She was changing. And I was changing too.I thought about the catch. I thought about what I really wanted from her.It was not the contract, no, it was never about the contract.I wanted her. All of her. Her smile and her laugh, her anger, her fear, her strength and her weakness. Everything.But I was afraid. What if she said no and what if she walked away? What if she thought I was just like

KAEL’S POV I was in the living room, straightening the pillows for the the third time, when I heard a knock at the door. I walked to the door and opened it to see Miranda standing there. she was wearing a black dress, which was very short and very tight. Her hair was down and her lips were red. “What are you doing here?” I asked. She walked past me into the house as if it were her right and said lazily, “I came to see you.” “I am busy.” She turned to face me and allowed her dress strap to slip down her shoulders. “You are always busy.” “What do you want, Miranda?” “I want to see you.” She stepped closer and positioned her body inches from mine. “I have missed you.” “I have been busy.” “Too busy for me?” She reached up and touched my chest, tracing the fabric of my shirt with her cold fingers. “You use to make time for me.” “That was a long time ago.” “Not that long, if you ask me.” She stepped closer and pressed her body against mine. Then her hand mo

KAEL’S POVThe room became still. Too still that one could hear a pin drop.Ivy stood near the door, with her hand still on the handle. She had not left yet, but she was close to it.Pedro and Liam stood near the couch with their arms folded. Pedro’s face was red with anger and his fist were clenched. Liam had his hand on Pedro’s shoulder, trying to hold him back, trying to calm him down.Miranda was standing by the window with her bag in her hand. She had stopped pretending to cry, but she still wore a frown on her face and her eyes were cold.I had had enough. I was tired of the noise and tired of the arguments. Tired of everyone talking at once.“Everyone needs to leave,” I said loudly. So loud that it echoed off the walls. “Now.”Pedro turned to me and clenched his fist. “Leave? You want me to leave? I am not leaving my sister here alone with you.”“She is a grown woman,” I said. “She can make her own choices.”“That does not mean I have to like them.” He snapped.“You do not have