Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

2. Reunion
Angel

“Look, I can’t call Mr. Alekos except for an emergency. He doesn’t like to be disturbed while he is working. Besides, I might get in trouble.”3. Angel
“What is this bull s hit that I got you pregnant?” Alekos snarls.

I want to explain, but he keeps barking at me. “Did you tell anyone about this besides the receptionist?”

I shake my head.

“Good. Because if rumors of me getting a Duke’s daughter pregnant appear in the press, I will kill you!”

I have no doubt he will.

“And now I have to look for a new receptionist.”

I blink. “But why?”

“Because she saw your face. I don’t want to start a war with the Dukes.”

I groan. I should have thought about that.

“Look, I am not here to cause you any trouble.” Alekos doesn’t look convinced. “I only said that because it was the only way to make the receptionist tell you I was looking for you. And please don’t fire her.”

He relaxes but still keeps me caged with his b*dy. “What do you want?” His tone is cold and harsh.

I lower my gaze. Even if he is wearing a shirt, I can see the contour of his well defined muscles. Has he been hitting the gym? “I need your help.”

I wait for him to say something, but he is quiet. Then my gaze finds his, and he laughs. “You are asking for my help? I never thought I would live to see the day.”

I might have told him during our big fight that he is a narcissist that only thinks of himself and that I will never need anything from him.

“What makes you think I want to help you?” he sneers.

Why indeed?

But based on what I have read about him on the internet and the photos I have seen of him and of many women, I know what Alekos loves—S**. All Lords do.

The things I have to do to get out of the city. To get away from Carlos.

I straighten my back, and in a steady voice, I say, “Because I still have the one thing you wanted from me, and I never gave it to you.”

He narrows his eyes. “What thing?”

Is he serious?

person, but saying

I can tell he is one second away from

“My virginity,” I mutter.

nerd. But somehow, we clicked together. There had never been anything romantic between us. Not because we didn’t like each other in that way, but because the Lords and the Dukes don’t mingle together. And while the high school was a mixed one, and we could have dated each other in secret, I said no to him when he

Alekos told me he was in love with me and that not being with me was torture. I wanted to say yes, I wanted to be his girlfriend and be free to love

I were supposed to

and I was scared something would happen to Alekos if anyone found out. So,

so much that I cried for weeks. Then he betrayed me in the worst way

to

big boobs. It always made me self-conscious, especially in high school, when boys had eyes only for girls with great

tch I met in high school. What makes you think I am interested in f ucking you when I can have

to women that actually have t its and an as s to grab onto. But I am not

for him. The women that usually appear with him in the photos are blond, tall, and beautiful. I am nothing like that. But he could at least

known better than to ask the help

Angel, but I am not interested in f ucking you. Nor helping you.” He turns his back to me and heads over to his desk. “Close

dig into my palm. “I had hoped that you would help me. But I see now I was wrong.” I turn on my heels, my fingers wrapping around the doorknob. Before I turn it to the right, I let out a cry of defeat. “I hope Carlos de la Torre won’t torture me before killing me. Pain is not my

blink of an eye, he is upon me, his chest glued to my

Say?” he clips in

Carlos killing Nikolas Raptou, Alekos’ father, about a year ago. Carlos claimed it was an accident, but the Lords did not buy it. Dead from one side and the other did not take long to appear in the city after Nikolas’ death. Alekos might claim he doesn’t want to start another war between the Dukes and the

you are not interested in helping me.” When he doesn’t let go of me, I

My purse falls next

does he act like he

that it feels as though the temperature has dropped inside the office. For a moment, his eyes flash red. Probably some

orders me when I fall

“My father has arranged a marriage between Carlos and me. But I can’t, I won’t marry him. You know what he does

he schools his features a second later. “So, you came to me and hoped that by letting me f uck you, I would protect you from that

I swallow hard. “This is an emergency. Mr. Alekos is the only one who can help me!” My

gaze—pity. “What did he do? Got you pregnant? If that is the case, it is best to talk to his lawyer.” She hands me a business card. Written in big, golden letters is the name of a law

Alekos was on his last day of high school—we didn’t speak that day since we were mad at each other. While I do have friends, I don’t dare to ask them to help me. But Alekos, if he is still the same as in high school, will be my ticket out of the city,

tears still pooling in my eyes, I lie. “Yes. I am expecting his

the phone. “Mr. Alekos, a woman is looking for you. She says she

so loudly that even I can hear

me

by the name Angelica.” His cold, flat tone gives me the impression that he is not lying. The ba st ard forgot me. But I’ll be dam ned if I leave without

get rid of her. Call security if you

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

about to put the phone on the receiver when I snat ch it away from her. Before she can stop me or Alekos can end the phone call, I say, “You might not remember me, but I am sure you know who my father is—Luis

then says something that makes me want to scream.

after giving me a death glare, she