25. Angel
A table with four chairs greets me, but I want to see the view, so I go to the railing and lean against it. When Reyes brought me here, I could not appreciate how big the garden is, but it is bigger than the one my father has. Trees and flowers are planted in it. Next to the house is a pool, and a tennis court.
I never played tennis, but I might try to see if it is something I like.
Reyes stops next to me, two glasses in his hands—one with whiskey, the other with vodka. He gives the one with vodka to me.
I put it to my lips and take a long sip, while Reyes looks at me.
“I was thinking you were a wine girl.”
I shrug. “Wine is good, but after the day I’ve had, I will need the entire vodka bottle.”
Hell! I will probably have to drink two or three bottles while I try to understand at what point my life became so complicated.
While my father never said out loud that he was disappointed that I was born a girl, actions speak louder than words. I was salutatorian, the second best of my high school class. When my graduation day came, my father didn’t show up. It crushed me, but I hid my disappointment behind a smile. When I was told I would not go to college, I did not make a fuss. For months I pondered what to do, before deciding to go behind my father’s back and obtain my college degree.
I never told anyone that I am an accountant. I created a fake identity for my freelancer profile. And I am not the only one who did this. All my work-related information is saved on a private cloud that only I, and a few others, have access to. If someone were to check my old laptop, they would only find photos of fashion.
Reyes drinks from his whiskey. “It has been a *great* day for me. My blood-brothers and I finally found the woman who will complete us.”
“Yeah, right,” I snort.
“The sooner you accept it, the better for all of us.”
He dips his head and kisses me slowly. His lips, while soft, are commanding.
Many women nowadays dream of having a career. While I wanted to be an architect, I wouldn’t mind having a family. But that won’t happen with Alekos, Reyes, or Stefan.
I am not sure what Alekos’ agenda is, but I am probably here because I remind him of his younger self, when he did not have so many obligations as a Lord. Once the novelty around me wears off, he will let me go.
“Reyes, come see this,” Stefan yells, from inside the living room.
Reyes mutters something under his breath, before going inside. I remain on the balcony, finishing my vodka, before joining the guys in the living room.
The three of them are sitting on the couch, their jaws clenched and their shoulders tense, as they are listening to the news. I wonder what got them so angry, so I turn my attention to the TV. There, on the flat screen, is a photo of me, and next to it, my name and other information about me. Under it is a message for me.
*You have until midnight to return home. Untouched.*
It is from Carlos.
The photo is replaced by the reporter, and she is saying something, but I can’t hear it as my ears ring.
If I don’t return home, Carlos will start killing people. I know his modus operandi. He will first start with my friends. Luckily, I pushed most of them aside, and the last time I spoke to any of them was a year ago. I blocked all their numbers, before deleting all the messages from them. Since I threw away my phone anyway, I hope Carlos won’t find them.
Alekos turns off the TV. Turning to me, he says, “I forbid you to step outside of the house. We already talked about this, but I will remind you, in case you have forgotten: you can’t contact any of your family or friends. Ever.”
I grit my teeth. “Despite what you think of me, I am not stupid.”
Alekos furrows his brow. “I never said you were stupid.”
“Please! Must I recall how many times you referred to me as ‘stupid bitch’, because I refused to sleep with you in high school?”
Both Reyes and Stefan have a drink in their hands, and they sip from them, while looking at how Alekos and I fight.
“You were the one to come crawling to my office, begging for my cock. Not to mention you got on your knees and drank our cum,” Alekos smirks.
“Verpiss dich! Hijo de puta!” I hiss. Reyes chokes on his whiskey. “I never ‘crawled for your cock’. I came to you because I knew you, and I was desperate. I offered my virginity, in exchange for your help. You accepted, but not before involving Chip and Dale in our business. You cornered me, like an animal, and forced my hand into becoming your ‘woman’.” Alekos tries to interrupt me, but I am too angry to stop speaking. “You think I got on my knees and sucked your cocks, because I am stupid? I might be a bitch, Alekos, but I am a smart bitch. You better remember that!”
Alekos looks at me, with a smirk on his face. Like he is better than me.
Before I say more things that I will probably end up regretting, I go back to the balcony.
“Who’s Chip, and who’s Dale?” Stefan’s voice comes from inside.
“Hau ab,” I snarl. Laughter reaches my ears.
I am so angry, my body is shaking. I want to punch Alekos and erase that stupid expression from his *ugly* face.
Stefan joins me, and for a few minutes, we look at the garden in silence. Slowly, I start to calm down. I might get angry fast, but I get over it equally as fast.
“Schatzi,” Stefan starts speaking, and I turn my attention to him. “Alekos is like this, because he is worried about you. We all are. I am sorry you felt forced to become ours, but the process of bonding has already started—” He stops speaking, and I wonder what he means. “What I mean, is that Alekos will occasionally say things he will later regret. But he does not think you are stupid.” I snort. “Alekos told you not to go outside, because if Carlos takes you, all hell will break loose. No one touches our woman and lives to tell the tale.” Something dark flashes in his eyes. “Besides, whatever happened between the two of you, during high school, should remain in the past. If he called you a ‘stupid bitch’, I am sure it was because he was sour.”
Stefan is right. I can’t be angry at Alekos over things that happened years ago, when we were teens.
“Never thought Alekos could be petty,” I murmur.
Stefan chuckles. “He can be very, *very* petty.”
Petty Alekos is very annoying. “I might have overreacted,” I finally admit.
Stefan winks at me. “No harm done. Let’s see if Giselle brought the food,” he says, before going inside.
I follow him, only to stop in the doorframe. My eyes land on a tall, blonde woman who is sitting on Alekos’ lap, kissing him. Her tongue is down his throat, her big tits pressed against his chest. To his credit, Alekos doesn’t have his hands around her.
Stefan, like me, is looking at the scene in front of him, dumbfounded. Reyes is nowhere to be seen.
I am not sure why seeing Alekos with another woman hurts, when I don’t have any more feelings for him. Or do I still care for him, more than I want to admit?
The woman slides between Alekos’ legs, her hands reaching for his belt. I don’t care who Alekos fucks, but I am not going to stand here and watch. I make my way to the front door, and while I pass in front of Alekos, I turn my head to look at him. He snaps his eyes at me, anger flashing in them.
I was wrong. I am not a ‘smart bitch’. Just a stupid one, that got on her knees and sucked not only Alekos’ cock, but those of Reyes and Stefan as well.
Not wanting to let Alekos know how much he hurt me—again—I say, “Since you are already having fun, I am sure Reyes and Stefan will love to keep me company.”
I am not sure about Stefan, but I am sure Reyes won’t deny to fuck me now, since Alekos is occupied.
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