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.

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 a

already regretting proposing that I be his woman. Whatever that means. He has never been in a long-term

woman will probably break my heart all over

allow myself to fall in love

staying. When I find a safe way to disappear

Think well because

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

your woman. I am sure you would want someone with

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

“Like what?”

don’t know. You tell

Alekos. “Well, there

“But?”

hair behind my ear. Why did he have to take down my bun? My hair always has a way of getting in my way. “I was in my sophomore year, when I first touched myself.”

again. What’s wrong with them?

shrug, not wanting

a grin. “I am starting

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

think I just dug my

“What type

am not a spy?” I try my best to explain.

the idea of a contract. One that states you belong to my blood-brothers and me, and that you will obey us in everything we say, without making any fuss.