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.

make all their wishes come true when they lose their virginity, I only want a bed and a man with experience.

A 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. Once

woman will probably break my heart all over again, but

to fall in love with him

a safe way to disappear

Angel? Think well because once my

not getting my driver’s license. But the accident that took my mother’s life left

woman. I am

looks amused. “I hate big t its,” he snorts. Yeah, right. All the women he had been with in the past had big boobs. “You know, all

“Like what?”

know. You

“Well, there is

“But?”

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,

red again.

shrug, not wanting

mouth curves up in a grin. “I am starting to believe you

you?” He arches an eyebrow. “Forget that I asked that. How about we make a

just

“What

a spy?” I try my best to explain.

One that states you belong to my blood-brothers and me, and that you will obey us in everything we say, without