Page 10 of Lethal Vows

“No,” I reply.

“We are at a steak house,” he points out as he swallows and lifts his glass of wine to his lips.

“That was your choice,” I remind him.

“And you were late,” he adds, with a hint of anger radiating from him.

Definitely the grudge-holding type.

“So?” I shrug.

“I warned you not to be late.”

“And I couldn’t care less what you warned,” I fire back.

He sucks a hiss through his teeth before he goes back to cutting his steak. “Who told you it was okay to havethis muchattitude?” he asks, and a rattled laugh escapes me.

“Is this a joke?” I reply, leaning in.

“You have forgotten where you came from and what women mean to men.”

“And what precisely do they mean?” I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

“That they obey and do what men say.”

I blow out a frustrated breath. Then I laugh, shaking my head, disbelieving in howthat worldfollowed me all the way to New York.

No,hehas followed me all the way here.

“Is this why I’m here, for you to tell me how I should act?” I ask, leaning in again and tilting my head.

“Are you not afraid of me?” he questions, leaning in until only a breath separates us.

“No.”

“You should be.” He smirks.

CHAPTER5

Crue

This woman.

Who the fuck is she?

Rya is nothing like the stories I’ve been told. She is feisty, independent, and everything I shouldn’t want.

Everything Idon’twant.

I’m supposed to marry a woman who will blend in, who will have no qualms staying in the background and doing as she’s told.

So why do I feel Rya wouldn’t be any of those things?

She sits across from me in her little black dress, legs long and tanned, and her hair, which reminds me of caramel, is half up and half down.

I fucking hate caramel.

Those eyes, though.

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