Page 31 of The Devil's Heir
"Oh, that's nice…" What else do I say?
"How rude of me!" The woman approaches me with her hand held out. "I'm Madame Pearson, and this is Lindy, my assistant. We'll have you measured in no time and have a whole wardrobe planned within the hour. I won't take up much of your time at all, Miss Sumner."
"Thank you, Madame Pearson. I appreciate it."
It's all I can really say. I remind myself this wasn't my idea—I'm just along for the ride.
EIGHTEEN
Jarek
Passing through the front foyer as Jackson sees the seamstress and her assistant out, I inwardly groan when Carmen sweeps through the entrance. She glances back at the two women who just walked out before having her eyes land on me.
"Please tell me you did notjusthave your whore get measured," she says dryly.
Carmen's been away, so she has no idea about Liliana now living here. So, she's assuming Madame Pearson was here for Sasha. Like I would pay to have a wardrobe made for a submissive meant to remain accessible to me at all times, but it doesn't really matter. My aunt won't approve of my pauper either once she learns her background.
I've had to deal with Carmen's shit all these years. I thought I would be able to get rid of her when I came into my parent's fortune, but no. Only when I conceive an Heir can I be rid of her. She hasn't fucked with me since high school graduation, though. She tried once when I came home for the holiday from Crawfords. Carmen threw one of her little parties, and instead of me being the one to serve her friends, I invited my own, all of them from well-known crime families, and they madehertheir bitch.
Carmen knows better than to fuck with me now, and when her friend tried passing off her unborn baby as mine—well, let's just say that the child is now living with its real father, and Clara is now serving time for rape. I told the woman to drop the accusation, but she insisted. People forget that I have pull in this town, even being as young as I was. I'm a Falcon, for fucks' sake.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no, it's not for Sasha," I respond to my aunt.
"Then why were they here?" Her annoying voice grates on my nerves as I turn toward the stairs.
"I have a special guest staying here, and she is to be respected by everyone, even you." I toss the reply over my shoulder.
Carmen scoffs. "You—respect anyone?"
I stop and turn back to face her. She stands at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed. My lips kick up on one side as I smirk at the woman.
"I never said I needed to respect her, but she is above all of you, so do well to remember that."
Carmen's mouth drops open, and she stammers, but no words come out as she watches me ascend the stairs. It's almost eight, and I need to change. I want to be ready for my little pauper because tonight—Liliana Sumner is finally going to bemine.
I can't say I work out religiously, but it's enough to give me my chiseled abs, broad chest, and bulging biceps. I can toss a woman around with one hand and not break a sweat. Although I'm not the most muscular guy, I doubt my pauper is used to seeing a man as well-defined and as strong as me.
Some dominants like working in a suit, some in jeans, but me? I like my sweatpants. They give me the freedom I need to move around, and I never get my dick pinched in a zipper when I fuck a woman.
I never get fully undressed; it's too intimate. I want them to know that I'm there for one thing and one thing only. Tonight, I put on a black pair after my shower. My dark hair is still wet as I slick it back. It's a little on the longer side, so some of it drops down over my forehead.
I leave my five o'clock shadow and head to the room I instructed Lily to meet me in. Slipping inside before she arrives, I pull out items I may want to use. However, tonight isn't about my dark side, so I doubt I'll use any of it, but I like being prepared, nonetheless.
I'm not thetype of guy to give a woman time to adjust. This isn't a fucking relationship; it's a transaction, and we will do it all when I want it to be done.
Glancing at the clock, I watch the second hand ticking slowly around, and once it gets down to the last ten seconds, I move to the door. I'm punctual, if anything, and open the door exactly when the clock strikes eight sharp.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't my pauper waiting patiently just outside. I thought for sure she would be late. I can see her being the rebellious type, after all.
"Ah, pauper. Such a good girl," I lower my voice and smile. "Come, let's not waste another moment."
"Sir," she says as she nods and walks past me, never making eye contact with me.
I grip her arm before she can move too far into the room, and as I close the door, I swing her around to face me. "You will look me in the eye when speaking to me."
"Yes, Sir—I'm sorry."
My eyes roam over her petite form. The leggings and oversized T-shirt she's wearing amuse me. I guess I should have been more specific with my instructions.
