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.

looks cold and hard. Not what I had in mind for the first time I have S**. While most girls imagine a tropical destination and a man to make all their wishes come 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

bored expression on his face, which is making me uncomfortable. I bet he is already regretting proposing that I 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.

woman will probably break my heart all over again, but I can

can I allow myself to fall in love

When I find a safe way to disappear

woman, Angel? Think well because

is not getting my driver’s license. But the accident that took my mother’s life left me scared of driving. And I haven’t

woman.

big boobs. “You know, all

“Like what?”

don’t know. You tell

“Well, there

“But?”

in my way. “I was in my sophomore year, when I first

red again.

shrug, not wanting

grin. “I am starting to believe you

“Do I look like a spy to you?” He arches an eyebrow. “Forget that I asked that. How about

think I just

“What type of

that proves I am not a spy?” I try my best to

belong to my blood-brothers and me, and that you will obey us in everything we say,