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

one second away from throwing me out of

“My virginity,” I mutter.

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 let me attend that

torture. I wanted to say yes, I wanted to be his girlfriend and

supposed to be

was scared something would happen to Alekos if anyone found out. So, I buried my feelings for him

It hurt so much that I cried for weeks. Then he betrayed me in

eyes to my chest—his gaze

have big boobs. It always made me self-conscious, especially in

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

guessed he is attracted only to women that actually have t its and an as s to grab onto. But I am not ready to give up. Not

for him. The women that usually appear

Alekos! I should have known better than

you. Nor helping you.” He turns

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

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 me

You. Say?” he clips in

not take

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

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

does he act

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

he orders

and me. But I can’t, I won’t marry him. You know

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

and I swallow hard. “This is an emergency. Mr. Alekos is the only

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

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

lie. “Yes. I am expecting his baby, and I am not going away until I

the phone. “Mr. Alekos, a woman

that

winches. “She told me

that goes by the name Angelica.” His cold, flat tone gives me the impression that he is not lying. The ba st ard forgot

her. Call security if you have to,”

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

her. Before she can stop me or Alekos can

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

giving me a