Page 67 of Devious Secrets

“Yeah. I’m one of them.” I jump to my feet, running purely on adrenaline. How dare he barge into my exam! “You should just go. This could take a while. I should have a full exam, and you don’t need to be here for that.”

“A full exam?” His voice softens. “You think I’m going to let you get naked and lie on this fucking table for him?” He takes a small step in my direction.

“He’s a doctor!” I swing my arm in Dr. Simons’ direction. The poor man looks ready to vomit.

“Get your purse. We’re leaving.”

“No. I’m not.” I stand my ground. My legs shake a little, and my stomach is definitely rolling with nerves, but I’m still standing.

“Dr. Simons.” He keeps his dark eyes locked on me while he speaks to the doctor. “You’re done here.”

“Yes. I see that. If there’s anything you need, just call the office.” Dr. Simons slips past Alexander, not sparing me a glance as he heads out, softly closing the door behind him.

“You can’t just do that. I have every right.” I jab my finger at him. “Every right to get birth control!”

His eyes narrow slightly.

“You’ve caused enough trouble for one day. Let’s go.” He reaches for my arm, but I swing to the side, just barely avoiding his grasp.

“No. I’m done, Alexander. I’m done!” To prove my point, I stomp my foot. This man has turned me into a crazy person, a crazy, immature brat. I haven’t stomped my foot since I was a kid.

His hands rest on the buckle of his belt.

“I’m not going to argue with you, Megan. You either leave willingly with me right now, or you leave dangling over my shoulder as I carry you out. Either way, you and I are going home.”

“I am home! Well, close to it anyway. Your home isn’t my home!”

Another narrowing of his eyes.

“I thought I made it clear that you belong to me now.”

“Belong to you?” The question comes out as a whisper. “Why?”

“Dexter Thompson was murdered.” He takes a small step toward me. “Killed. And you are the only person who knows Marco DeAngelo was looking for dirt on him. Which means you are a loose end for Marco, not to mention the fucking money you owe him.”

I blink back frustrating tears. This isn’t happening.

“I don’t know anything about anything.”

“Marco isn’t going to see it that way,” he says. “I’m going to fix it.”

I swallow, knowing I don’t want to know but I have to ask.

“How? How can you fix this?”

“By making you my wife.”

“Iam not marrying you.” Megan’s voice barely rises over the sound of the heat blowing from the vents of my Bentley.

“I heard you the first dozen times you’ve said it.” I turn the heat down to a lower setting now that the car’s properly warmed. In her haste to get to the doctor with my sister, she hadn’t brought a jacket, and the fall air is crisp.

“I’m serious. I need to be sure you understand. I will not marry you.” She turns in her seat to look at me.

“I understand you think that. Yes.” I turn down the alley leading to Pulse.

Megan’s determination to get her ass punished continues to amaze me. Getting my sister to take her out of the house and then to a doctor that would give her birth control? My jaw clenches thinking about it.

“I’m serious, Alexander. It’s not happening.”

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