Page 30 of The Devil's Heir
Jarek is sitting at his desk, staring at his laptop as he speaks, but looks up at my interruption. I realize too late that I just barged in on some meeting he's having. I stop in my tracks and start to back out, mouthing, "Sorry," but he stops me with his hand.
"Continue with the meeting, I'll be back in a few moments." Jarek taps a key and then leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.
"I've never known you to have such poor manners, pauper. I hope you have a damn good reason for interrupting my conference call."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I shouldn't have—"
"You're right, you shouldn't have." He interrupts me, then adds, "Are you that desperate to lose that virginity of yours—is that it? I'm willing to oblige if that's the case." Jarek's gaze rakes down my form, clad only in the silk robe supplied to me.
"What? No! I mean…" He has me stumbling over my words, but then I stop, take a break, and try again. "Who is Sasha to you, Sir?"
"She's my submissive," he states without a pause.
"You're—what? Then why am I here?"
"Because I want you here."
"You have her to fuck, Sir. I will not sleep with anyone who is having sexual relations with another woman!"
A wicked grin appears on his face, and suddenly, a sinking feeling washes over me. Jarek reaches over and opens a drawer, pulling out the familiar packet I signed just a few hours ago. Tossing it on top of his desk, he then points to it.
"That's your copy. I highly suggest you take it back and read through it all. Find out what you willingly signed without reading before you start making demands. However, to answer your question. Sasha does not get paid to be here. She also doesn't meet the criteria for what I'll be needing you for, either."
"And what criteria is that?" I ask, raising a brow.
"Read the contract, pauper, and you will find out. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a meeting to get back to."
"Yes,Sir." I pick up the packet from his desk, but his hand snakes out, and he grabs my wrist. My head snaps to look at him.
"Don't think this little stunt will go unpunished, pauper. Inside that packet is a map of the estate and house. I want you to meet me at the door labeledPRat eight o'clock sharp."
"Y-yes, Sir." It's all I can say. I know I fucked up, and now, all I want to do is run back to my room and hide.
Jarek lets go of my wrist and nods at me in dismissal. I turn and rush from his office. I can't get back to my room fast enough. When I do, I slam my door closed and lean against it, holding the contract against my chest as I try to catch my breath.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I drop the packet containing the contract down on my bed after finishing it. Shock is nowhere near what I'm feeling after reading what I so stupidly signed up for. Not only did I agree to allow him to have other submissives, but my entire body is no longer mine while I'm under this roof. I can't so much as scratch myself by accident without consequences.
As if none of that was bad enough, I now know why I'm so important at the Falcon Estate. I'm to serve as the breeder for the Falcon Heir. The only way I am to receive the full three million dollars is if I conceive before the year is up, at which time the length of stay extends until I have the baby. If no conception takes place, I only leave with one hundred thousand.
If you ask me, the latter is still plenty. So, technically, I have three choices. Fulfill the contract and give Jarek his Heir, try making it impossible to conceive, or walk out with no penny to my name. Did I forget to mention that because I'm the possible mother of the future Heir, I have security around me every time I leave the grounds due to Jarek's enemies not wanting him to succeed in producing said Heir?
Apparently, there's a stipulation in his uncle's will stating that he must produce an Heir within the first year of taking his place as the Mafia King Pin. Why has he chosen me to be the mother of his child? It makes no sense to me, so I must ask myself, how badly do I want this money?
Aknock sounds on the door, and I call out, "Come in."
Jackson peeks his head inside. "The seamstress is here, Liliana. May I send her in?"
I still haven't figured out where I've seen Jackson before, so I make a mental note to ask him at a later time. He seems nice, but I won't make the mistake of making him an ally because, at the end of the day, he still works for Jarek.
I smile softly and nod at him. "Yes, you may send her in, thank you."
Suddenly, the room bursts into a flurry of commotion as the door swings open. A woman strides in, pulling a rack of dresses behind her. Close on her heels, an assistant follows, wheeling in another rack brimming with colorful fabric.
I'm at a loss for words as the older woman in charge barks orders to her assistant before she turns to me. A smile brightens her face, and she claps her hands together.
"Well, you're a pretty little thing. How exquisite! I already have the perfect designs for you."
