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 saying it out loud makes

waiting, and I can tell he is one second away

“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 could have dated each other in secret, I said no to him when he

was torture. I wanted to say

and I were supposed to

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

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

to my chest—his gaze

have big boobs. It always made me self-conscious, especially in high school, when boys had

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

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

women that usually appear with him in the photos are blond,

Alekos! I should have known better than to ask the help

but I am not interested in f ucking you. Nor helping

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 a cry of defeat. “I

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

You. Say?” he clips in

other did not take long to appear in the city after Nikolas’ death.

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

My purse falls next to me. “What the f

he act

For a moment, his eyes flash red. Probably some trick

he orders me when I

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

on his face, but he schools his features a second later. “So, you came to me and hoped that by letting me f uck you, I would protect you from

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,

her gaze—pity. “What did he 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 the name of a law

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 help me. But Alekos, if he is

in my eyes, I lie. “Yes. I am expecting his baby, and I am not going away until I speak

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

loudly that even I can hear

winches. “She told me her name is

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

Call security if

“Yes, Mr. Raptou.”

the phone on the receiver when I snat ch it away from her. Before she can stop me or Alekos can end

then says something that makes me want to scream. “Ah, it

takes the phone from me, and after giving me a death glare, she