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.

bed and a man with experience. While Alekos has plenty of experience,

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 he gets bored

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

can I allow myself to fall in love

I find a safe

to being my woman, Angel? Think well because once my blood-brothers and I f

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

changed your mind about me being your woman. I am sure

had been with in the past had big boobs. “You know, all this history about Carlos

“Like what?”

don’t know. You

Alekos. “Well, there is something,

“But?”

tuck a strand of 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.” His eyes start to heat up with desire. “Do you want to know who

flash red again. What’s wrong

wanting

starting to believe you were sent here

spy to you?” He arches an eyebrow. “Forget that I asked that. How

just dug my

“What type of

a spy?” I try my best to

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