Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I was not a man to be tested or trifled with.
It had been years since I’d had to deal with people stupid enough to try my goddamned patience.
Now, in just a matter of days, this little girl and her bitch mother had gotten on every nerve I had.
Amelia Astrid was about to learn why she’d made an unfortunate decision.
She dared to stare me down, the expression of haughty importance on her face suggesting I should be grateful she was allowing me to look at her while she sauntered down the stairs.
When our eyes met, her confidence wavered for a moment, just a flash of fear before her face froze in the emotionless mask ice queens like her put on to avoid wrinkles.
I drew a deep breath through my nose as I looked her up and down again. That dress was stunning. The color was vivid against her milky skin, and it showed off her perfectly honed hourglass figure. She was a Grecian goddess come to life.
That dress would never see the light of day again.
I didn’t give a fuck if I had to burn it.
The only time I would ever permit her to wear something so revealing was if she was tied to my bed.
Even then, I thought I would prefer her to be naked, maybe just wearing a collar with my name on it. My cock swelled at the idea of this goddess of a woman tied to my bed like a damsel in distress in some fantasy movie.
In a moment, she was going to learn her place the hard way.
I turned toward her baby sister, who wore a boring but appropriate dress. She looked back and forth between Amelia and me, picking up on the tension.
I needed to get rid of her, now.
Amelia was in for a hard lesson, but there was no reason to scare her sister.
She would have to learn her own lessons when she entered her own arranged marriage.
“Rose, dear, my sisters Charlotte and Olivia are waiting in the limo. Why don’t you join them? They’re looking forward to meeting you. You ladies head to the opera and just send the limo back for your sister and me. We need to have a word before we join you.”
There wasn’t even a hint of the white-hot rage I felt in my voice, a skill I had spent years perfecting.
Still, Rose looked at me for a moment, a little unsure, then at her sister.
I glared darkly at Amelia in a way that promised a more severe punishment if she didn’t do as she was told. Her eyes widened slightly, and I knew she understood.
“It’s okay.” Amelia nodded at her sister. “We’ll join you at the opera soon.”
“Okay, well, hurry. Mother will be livid if you are late,” she said, eyeing me warily.
“Your mother will be fine if we are a few moments late, as it seems Amelia forgot the rest of her dress.” I leaned over and stage-whispered like it was a joke. “As soon as she changes into something more fitting, we will be there.”
I gave Rose a gentle smile, and she nodded and smiled back before she looked at Amelia.
“I told you so.” Rose stuck out her tongue.
“You told her what?” I asked.
“That her dress, while pretty, wasn’t appropriate and was a size too small.” Rose laughed.
“I think she looks lovely,” I said, lying through my teeth. “I just need to have a word with my future wife.”
Leaning down to whisper in her ear like I was going to let her in on a secret, I murmured, “I actually just want a moment alone with your sister to tell her how amazing I think she looks. Please don’t tell your mother we were unsupervised for a few minutes.”
“It’s our little secret.” She giggled and looked at me like I was a cute little schoolboy with a crush, not the big bad wolf here to devour her sister.
Good.
Let her think I was harmless as she headed out to the limo.
The second the door closed behind her, Amelia took a few steps backward.
She wasn’t as confident now. Her green eyes dilated as they shifted around looking for something, someone, who could help her.
There was nothing and no one. She was trapped, and she knew it.
With each step she moved back, I took one forward, maintaining the distance between us.
“What the fuck do you think you are wearing?” I seethed.
“A Vera Wang gown.” Her voice was steady, even if she was not.
She wobbled on her heels, having to reach out to the banister to keep herself upright. The top of that dress was so revealing her tits visibly jiggled as she righted herself.
Good, I wanted her off balance.
“That is not a dress that one wears in public unless they charge by the hour.”
“Didn’t you just say it looked pretty?” She clenched her jaw.