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?

a shy person, but saying it

he is one second away from throwing me

“My virginity,” I mutter.

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 high school anyways. He only agreed because Salma,

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, I said no to

and I were supposed to be

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

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

lowers his eyes to my chest—his

girls that don’t have big boobs. It always made me self-conscious, especially in high school, when boys had eyes only for

high school. What makes you think I

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 done anything to get me

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

should have known better

to you, Angel, but I am not interested in f ucking you. Nor helping you.” He turns his back to me and

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

lets out a loud growl, startling me. In the blink of an eye, he is upon me, his

he clips in my

one side and the other did not take long

in helping me.” When he doesn’t let go

falls next to me. “What the f uck did you say about

does he act

hate for Carlos 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 my imagination

he orders me when I

and me. But I can’t, I won’t marry him. You know what he does to

features a second later. “So, you came to me and hoped that by letting me f uck you, I would protect you from that sadi st.” He

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

looks at 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

I contemplate 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 have friends, I don’t dare to ask them to

I lie. “Yes. I am expecting his baby,

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

Alekos yells so loudly that even I can

told me her name

by the name 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

she is, get rid of her. Call security if you have to,”

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

the 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

silent for a moment but then says something that makes me want to scream.

the phone from me, and after giving me a