Page 47 of The Devil's Heir
I watch the interaction between the two and I've concluded that Jackson can't stand the woman. However, she couldn't care less what he thinks, but what does have her upset is me. What have I done to this woman to make her dislike me so much?
Against my better judgment, I step forward and hold my hand out to her. "I'm sorry, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. The last thing I want to do is insult a member of Jarek's family, so please accept my apology."
Once again, she stares at my hand with disdain—like I've got some kind of disease. "I wouldn't touch you if my life depended on it."
"Don't waste your time, Liliana. Ms. Carmen doesn't like anybody but herself," Jackson states.
"Oh, come now, Jax," Carmen says as she saunters over to him and runs her hand up his chest. "You didn't feel that way when you had your cockeight inches deep inside me, now, did you?"
Jackson pales. "My name isJackson," he bites out. "And that was long before you showed me your true bitch colors."
Carmen throws her head back and cackles. "Oh, Jax. You haven't seenbitchyet.'"
With one last look at me, the woman turns and stomps out of the room, her heels clattering across the floor. No wonder Jarek is the way he is. I glance at my new friend and then smirk.
"I figured you had higher standards than that," I tease.
He rolls his eyes at me. "I was new and thought I would be fired if I didn'ttendto her needs. It's not like she's hard to look at, but now that I know what she's like on the inside, she's one of the ugliest women I've ever met."
"How did you stop if you thought it was what you needed to do?"
"Mr. Falcon found out and threatened to fire me. Turned out that he couldn't stand her and informed me that I didn't work for her."
"What about—" I start to ask about Sasha, but Jackson cuts me off.
"I'm sorry, Liliana, but I must insist that you stop with the questions. I don't feel right gossiping." Jackson subtly looks to the corner of the room, and that's when I notice the camera.
How many other cameras are scattered throughout the house?
As if he can read my thoughts, he whispers, "Everyroom."
He enunciates the word so there's no misunderstanding. Every room has a camera—including mine. The anger that engulfs me is palpable. Jarek has been watching my every move, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about that.
"Please, Liliana. Eat and return to your book," Jackson urges as he looks at Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice that I had flipped upside down on the table when Carmen came in.
I scoff. "I don't know if I'm in the mood anymore. I may just go take a nap."
"I prefer you don't," comes a voice from the doorway, and I swing around to find Jarek standing casually against the doorjamb with his arms and legs crossed. "I think it's time we discuss a few things, don't you, pauper?"
"As you wish. You're the boss,Sir," I reply snidely.
Irritation flashes in his eyes, but I don't care. I have a few choice words for him anyway, and although I hate him at the moment, I wouldn't feel right giving him a piece of my mind in front of others. It's bad enough I almost lost it when we were at Falcon Enterprises; that isn't like me.
"Leave us, Jackson, and make sure we aren't disturbed." Jarek's dark eyes burn into mine as he orders Jackson to leave. Pushing away from the door, he strolls closer to me, but I hold my ground. "Been busy while I was away?" he inquires.
"I don't think you want to hear about my boredom. Of course, you already know about it, though, don't you?" I purposefully don't address him as I should.
"Hm," he hums, catching my disrespectful behavior, but ignores it and asks, "Should I know what you mean by that statement?"
"You know very well what I'm referring to. I want the cameras removed from my room," I state, leaving no room for argument, or so I thought.
Jarek's amused chuckle tells me I won't get what I want. "Oh, Pauper. You've only been here a week and already demanding things like you havecontrol over me. I hate to be the one to say it, but the only way any woman will ever have control over me is if her pussy can whip me into submission." He's backed me into the sofa table and now cages me in with his arms as he leans in closer. Glancing downward between us, his eyes meet mine again, adding, "We both know that hasn't happened yet…and I doubt it will at all. You want this to be about business, so I'll treat it as such. We will continue to fill you with my seed until it's confirmed that you carry my child."
"What of Sasha?" I ask steadily.
"What of her? I need someone to fuck, don't I? Unless, of course, you're up for another compromise."
My eyes flicker back and forth between his eyes before I ask, "What kind of compromise?"
