He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 55 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 55

Chapter 55

Camila’s POV Post

The following morning, I was already drowning in work before noon.

As the new Chairman of Whitmore Group, I had more paperwork to deal with than I cared to admit. Reports, contracts, financial statements–every time I finished one pile, another seemed to appear. By the time leaned back in my chair, my head was throbbing.

At least I had managed to get Roman’s jacket dry–cleaned.

I picked up my phone and sent him a message.

Me: Your jacket is ready. Send me an address, and I’ll arrange for it to be delivered.

His answer came before I could return to my paperwork.

Roman: You’re sending a courier to return something I borrowed from you?

I narrowed my eyes at the screen. Me: Would you prefer I keep it?

Roman: I’d prefer you brought it yourself. I thought my little sister–in–law had better manners.

I nearly laughed at his audacity. Little sister–in–law! He certainly enjoyed throwing that title around whenever it suited him.

Me: I’m swamped with work. Don’t expect me to abandon everything just to return a jacket.

Roman: Then bring it when your schedule permits. I can survive without it for a while. Just remember that you

still owe me dinner.

I dropped my head against the back of my chair. How had a simple thank–you turned into an endless list of obligations? First, dinner. Now, a personal delivery. What would he demand next–an engraved invitation?

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but before I could respond, another message appeared. Roman: Whatever you’re muttering about me right now, I hope you’re enjoying yourself.

I sat upright. Excuse me? My eyes darted towards the office windows, then towards the closed door. There was no sign of anyone watching me. Was Roman somewhere nearby?

I looked back at my phone, half expecting him to send another message revealing exactly what I was thinking. Me: I’m not muttering anything.

Roman: Of course not. Just make sure you bring the jacket when you are free. I won’t accept a courier.

I exhaled through my nose. Me: Fine. That was enough casual chat for one morning, I returned to my work, determined not to let Roman distract me again.

By late afternoon, I had finally cleared enough of the paperwork to breathe. I was reviewing the last report on my desk when Kent arrived with a folder. He placed it in front of me. “The property is yours now,” he announced. “Everything has been completed, including the transfer.”

I opened the folder and checked the deed. Seeing my name on the documents brought a sense of relief. At least one important matter had been settled without complications.

Kent explained that the property was in a well–maintained residential development. The previous owner had invested heavily in renovating it but had never occupied it, so the house was in excellent condition. He had inspected it personally and found no serious issues.

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“The access details are in your email,” he added. “Have a look around when you get time. If anything needs changing, I’ll arrange it.”

smiled up at him. “You’ve saved me a lot of trouble. What would I do without you?”

“Probably spend another month searching for a place,” he replied dryly.

I laughed. Now that I had somewhere to stay, there was no reason to delay. I could visit the property after work, inspect the rooms, and move in that evening if everything suited me. After Kent left, I finished the last of my tasks and packed my things. The sun was already sinking when I finally made my way out of the Whitmore Group building.

I had barely reached the entrance when a group of people stepped into my path. Several unfamiliar faces turned towards me.

Roman’s POV

I was still looking at Camila’s last message when a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Fine.” Just one word. No arguments, not even an attempt to hide her irritation. I could almost imagine her scowling at her phone, wishing she could throw it across the room. The thought amused me more than it should have.

A knock interrupted my amusement. “Come in.”

My project manager entered with a folder tucked beneath his arm. He took two steps into the office, looked at me, then stopped as though he’d walked into the wrong room.

I raised my eyes. “Something wrong?”

“Nothing, sir.” He recovered quickly, though his gaze lingered on my face for a second longer than necessary.

I knew what had surprised him. He’d worked with me for years, long enough to know that smiles were a rare sight around me. Most people in the company considered me a man who had little patience for anything that didn’t concern business. I didn’t encourage small talk, and I certainly didn’t waste time laughing over messages during office hours. Apparently, today

had become an exception.

The project manager cleared his throat and placed the folder on my desk. “We’ve secured the contract.”

I put my phone aside and opened the file. “And the other bidders?”

“The Blackwell Group lost.” His expression brightened. “Former Alpha Gregory had been pursuing this project for months. From what we’ve heard, he was confident enough to hand it over to Julian-” He corrected himself quickly. “To his preferred candidate, believing the contract was practically guaranteed.”

I skimmed the report, barely suppressing a smile. My family had a habit of assuming that money, influence, and a familiar surname could carry them across the finish line. “It was satisfying when reality reminded them.

otherwise.

“Good work,” I said, closing the folder.

The project manager hesitated before adding, “I imagine they’ll be furious when they hear the news.”

“Let them be.” I leaned back in my chair. “If there’s a worthwhile opportunity in front of us, we take it. I don’t care who else wants it, and I won’t ask the Blackwell Blackwell for permission before beating them to it. If they can’t compete, that’s their problem.”

“Understood, Alphal.” He gathered himself to leave, but curiosity got the better of him. His gaze flickered briefly towards my phone before returning to me.

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I lifted an eyebrow. “Is there something else?”

“No, sir.”

Then get back to work.”

He left at once, closing the door behind him. I picked up my phone again. Camila still hadn’t sent another message. Á quiet chuckle escaped me.

She could refuse to bring the jacket, complain about dinner, and pretend–she wanted nothing to do with me. It didn’t change the fact that she had agreed to return it in person eventually. And I had every intention of collecting what she owed me. Dinner included.