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?

but saying

he is one

“My virginity,” I mutter.

in high school when I met Alekos. He was a junior and one of the popular guys, while I was the shy 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 asked me out. I was afraid of what my father would do if he ever found out about Alekos. He barely

and that not being with me was torture. I wanted to say yes, I wanted to be his

were supposed to be enemies, not

attention to me, and I was scared something would happen

It hurt. It hurt so much that

to my chest—his

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

bi tch I met in high school. What makes you think I

I am not ready to give up. Not yet, at

am not good enough for him. The women that usually appear with him in the photos are blond, tall, and beautiful. I am nothing like that. But he

should have known better than to ask the help of

interested in f ucking you. Nor helping you.” He turns his back to me and heads over to his desk. “Close the door behind

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

he is upon

Say?” he

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

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

me around, his hands grabbing my shoulders hard. My purse falls next to me. “What the f uck did you say

act like he

dropped inside the office. For a moment, his eyes flash red. Probably some trick of the light or my imagination playing tricks

he orders

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

by letting me f uck you, I would protect you from that sadi st.” He sounds disgusted. Maybe

my throat, and I swallow hard. “This is an emergency. Mr. Alekos is the only one who can help me!” My voice c racks, and my vision becomes blurry. I don’t usually cry in front

If that is the case, it is best to

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

am expecting his

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

loudly that even I can

“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

of her. Call security if you

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

can stop me or Alekos can

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

and after giving me a death glare, she