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.

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 bet he is already regretting proposing that I be his woman. Whatever that means. He has never

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

to fall in

When I find a safe way to

well because

that took my mother’s life left me scared of driving. And I haven’t technically accepted

you’ve changed your mind about me being your woman. I am sure you would want someone

the past had big boobs. “You know, all this history about Carlos does not add up. Why would your father want you to marry Carlos? There

“Like what?”

know. You tell

of Alekos. “Well, there is something,

“But?”

way of getting in my way. “I was in my sophomore year, when I first touched myself.” His eyes start to heat up with

again. What’s wrong with

shrug, not wanting

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

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

just dug

seems interested. “What type of

a spy?” I try my best to explain. “I don’t

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