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?

shy person, but saying it out loud makes

he is one second away from throwing me out of the

“My virginity,” I mutter.

mingle together. And while the high school

in my 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 love him, but once again,

and I were supposed to be enemies, not

and I was scared something would happen to Alekos if anyone found

talking to me. It hurt. It hurt so much that I cried for weeks.

lowers his eyes to

of those girls that don’t have big boobs. It always made me self-conscious, especially in high school, when

met in high school. What makes you

is attracted only to women that actually have t its and an as s to grab onto. But I am

roaming my b*dy, inspecting me like I am up for sale, making me feel like I am not good enough for him. The women that usually appear with him in the photos are blond, tall, and beautiful. I am

have known better than to ask

you. Nor helping you.” He turns his back to me and

I had one chance, and I blew it. A lump forms in my throat. “I see.” I grip the strap of my purse hard. My nails 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

loud growl, startling me. In the blink of an eye, he is upon me, his chest glued to my back, his hand gripping my wrist, preventing

Say?” he clips

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

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

his hands grabbing my shoulders hard. My purse falls next to me. “What the f

he act like he suddenly

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

Now!” he orders me when

“My father has arranged a marriage between Carlos and me. But I can’t,

to me and hoped that by letting me f uck you, I would protect you from that sadi st.”

“This is an emergency. Mr. Alekos is the only one who can help me!” My voice c racks, and my vision becomes blurry. I

he do? Got you pregnant? If that is the case, it is best to talk to

do say I am pregnant. Not that it was possible since Carlos never touched 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 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,

in my eyes, I lie. “Yes. I am expecting his baby, and I am not

sighs dramatically before picking up the phone. “Mr. Alekos, a

yells so loudly that even I can hear

me

me the impression that he is not lying. The ba st ard forgot me. But I’ll

Call security if you

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

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,

a moment but then says something that makes me want to scream. “Ah, it is you. Put

takes the phone from me, and after giving me a death glare, she says,