Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Chapter 3

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?

been a shy person, but saying

waiting, and I can tell he is one second away from throwing me out

“My virginity,” I mutter.

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 asked me out. I was afraid of what my father would do if he ever found out

sophomore year, 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

and I were supposed to

already started to pay more attention to me, and I was scared something would happen to Alekos if anyone found

It hurt so much that I cried

his eyes to my chest—his gaze

have big boobs. It always made me self-conscious, especially in high school, when boys had

still the same bi tch I met in high school. What makes you think I am interested in f ucking you

I am not ready to give up. Not yet, at least. “Because I remember a time when you would have done anything to get me

women that usually appear with him in the photos are blond, tall, and beautiful. I am nothing like that.

ucking Alekos! I should have known better than to ask the help of

am not interested in f ucking you. Nor helping you.”

But I see now I was

is upon me,

Did. You. Say?” he clips in

did not take long to appear in

said you are not interested in helping me.” When he doesn’t let go of me, I say, “I wish to

shoulders hard. My purse falls next to me. “What the f uck did you say about Carlos de la

he act

the temperature has dropped inside the office. For a moment, his eyes flash red. Probably some trick of the light or

orders me when I fall

marriage between Carlos and me. But

he schools his features a second later. “So, you came to me and hoped that by letting

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

me, and something flickers in her gaze—pity. “What did he do? Got you pregnant? If that is the case, it is best to talk to his

me, and the last time I saw 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

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

a woman is looking for you. She says she is

so loudly that even I can hear

“She told me her

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

she is, get rid of her. Call security

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

me or Alekos can end the phone call, I say, “You might not remember me, but I am sure

then says something that makes me want to scream. “Ah,

phone from me, and after giving me a death glare, she says, “Mr.

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