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 it out

is waiting, and I can tell he is one second

“My virginity,” I mutter.

way, but because the Lords and the Dukes don’t mingle together. And while the high school was a mixed one, and we

in love with me and that not being with me was torture. I wanted to say yes, I

I were supposed to be enemies,

me, and I was scared something would happen to Alekos

Alekos stopped talking to me. It hurt. It hurt so much that I cried for weeks. Then he betrayed me

eyes to my chest—his gaze

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

Angel, you are still the same bi tch I met in high school. What makes

have t its and an as s to grab onto. But I am not ready to give up. Not yet, at least. “Because I remember a time when you would have

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

have known better than to

helping you.” He turns his back to me and heads over to his desk. “Close

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

an eye, he is upon me, his chest glued to my back, his hand gripping my wrist, preventing me

Say?” he

buy it. Dead from one side and the other did not take long to appear in the city after

helping me.” When he

hard. My purse falls next to

he act like he suddenly

is so palpable that it feels as though the temperature has dropped inside the office. For a moment, his eyes flash red. Probably some trick of the light or

Now!” he orders me when I

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

me and hoped that by letting me f uck you, I would protect you

with me, but if I don’t speak with Alekos…. A lump forms in 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 of other people, but I might 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

what will happen if I 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

I lie. “Yes. I am expecting his baby,

picking up the phone. “Mr. Alekos, a woman is looking for you.

Alekos yells so loudly that

winches. “She told me her name is Angelica

he is not lying. The ba st ard forgot me. But I’ll be dam

Call security if you have to,” Alekos

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

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

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

after giving me a death glare, she says,