Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

5. Angel
Alekos puts the office phone on speaker and dials a number.

After a few rings, a man answers. “Did something happen?”

If Alekos has a commanding tone, this other man sounds… sad.

“Not really, but I need you to come to my office. Is Reyes with you?”

“Yes.”

“Both of you, then.”

“On our way.”

The man, whom I assume is Stefan hangs up, and Alekos dials another number. A moment later, a woman answers.

“Mr. Raptou?”

“Florence, you have the rest of the day free.”

That was his secretary, if I remember correctly.

Alekos doesn’t wait for her to say anything else and hangs up.

If the secretary is given the rest of the day off and Stefan and Reyes are on their way here, then Alekos is really thinking of f ucking me on his desk. How many women have he bent over it before me? He might say I am his woman, but I know better. I am, as he said, ‘just a hole to be used by men’. This is exactly why I stayed away from men and never dated. Not that I could have dated if I wanted, since my father practically forced me into Carlos’ arms soon after I turned sixteen. And because of what Alekos did after he told me he was in love with me.

true when they lose their virginity, I only want a bed and a man with experience. While Alekos has plenty of experience, I don’t want to be f ucked in an office. Is a nice dinner and then a hotel room

be his woman. Whatever that means. He has never been in a long-term relationship, usually dating for only a few weeks before moving on to the next woman. Once he gets bored of me, I will

break my heart all

circumstance can I allow myself to fall in love with him all over

am not staying. When I find a safe way to disappear

my woman, Angel? Think well because once my blood-brothers and I f uck

But the accident that took my mother’s

Unless you’ve changed your mind about me being your woman.

big boobs. “You know, all this history about Carlos does not add up.

“Like what?”

don’t know. You tell

of Alekos. “Well,

“But?”

my way. “I was in my sophomore year, when I first touched myself.” His eyes

red again.

wanting to tell

a grin. “I am starting to believe you were sent here to spy

like a spy to you?” He arches an eyebrow. “Forget

I just dug

seems interested. “What type of

a spy?” I

and that you will obey us in everything we say, without making any fuss. In exchange, we