Page 102 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

Alejandro

I was late getting home.I’d checked in with my lawyer a few minutes ago to see how his meeting with Lucy and Alana had gone.

Evan Goldman was the best lawyer money could buy, and I trusted his instinct as much as I trusted his considerable skills in the courtroom. He had made sure that Lucy was placed with a decent family in a good neighborhood and that had made Alana happy. But, like me, Evan believed that there was something not quite right about Lucy Callaghan’s story.

I walked through the quiet house, expecting to find Alana in the den, but she wasn’t there. I checked my watch. It was only a little after nine and that was too early for her to go to bed - unless she was waiting there for me with plans other than sleep. My cock twitched in anticipation at the thought.

I walked through the to the bedroom and opened the door. She wasn’t in there, but the balcony doors were open. I crossed the room and heard her outside. She was on the phone to someone and despite her speaking quietly, her voice travelled on the breeze.

‘I know.’

‘I don’t.’

‘Yes, I promise.’

‘I love you too,’ she whispered.

Then a few seconds later she walked into the room with her cell phone in her hand. She blinked when she saw me. ‘Alejandro?’

‘Not expecting me so soon, princess?’ I growled.

‘I didn’t realize the time, I was reading on the balcony.’

‘Sounded like you were on the phone?’

‘Oh, I was. My parents just called me.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, really!’ she frowned at me.

‘They have anything interesting to say?’ I asked as I walked closer to her.

‘Not really. They were just checking in. Making sure I’m okay, that’s all.’

I nodded and glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was a book on the table beside her chair on the balcony, beside a half empty mug of chamomile tea.

I took another step until my body was only inches from hers. She took a deep breath and fidgeted with the sleeve of her sweater.

‘If that was only your parents, why were you talking so quietly? And why do you look so suspicious?’ I asked as I glared at her, searching her eyes for the truth. But, I already knew she was a good actress, remembering the displays she’d once put on for my mother and the paparazzi.

‘I was talking quietly because I was outside and it was a private conversation. You have guards patrolling this place twenty-four hours a day. I’m not acting suspicious,’ she snapped, her jaw tilted up in defiance.

‘Looks like you are to me. Almost as though you didn’t want me to hear you?’

She shrugged. ‘Well, I suppose you’re right about that. You and my father aren’t exactly friends, are you? I just didn’t want us to get into a discussion about him, that’s all. I’m not hiding anything,’ she held her arms out wide. ‘I’m an open book.’

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. ‘Your father is no enemy of mine, princess. After all, he gave me you, didn’t he?’

She smiled at me and leaned her body closer to mine, pressing her breasts against my chest and sending all of the blood from my brain rushing straight to my cock. ‘I suppose so,’ she purred.

‘If you’re lying to me, Alana –’

‘I’m not,’ she insisted. ‘I wouldn’t lie to you. But I did lie to my father.’

‘Oh? Why?’

She looked up at me with those huge brown eyes. ‘He asked me not to trust you and I told him that I don’t. It was easier than arguing with him.’

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