Fierce King: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (L.A. Ruthless Series Book 1)
Fierce King: Epilogue

I looked at my husband as the light from the TV screen flickered over his handsome face and couldn’t help but smile. It had been four days since I’d returned from my trip to New York. In that time we hadn’t left the house.

We’d both done some work from home, sharing the desk in his office and barely being able to go a few hours without him pulling me onto his lap or bending me over his desk. When we weren’t working, we swam in the pool or made love in every room and on every surface of the house.

Now, we were sitting together on the sofa in the den watching TV. I absent mindedly curled a strand of his hair around my finger and he turned to me.

‘You okay, princess?’ he asked, his voice as smooth as chocolate, sending shivers down my spine.

‘Yes,’ I said and leaned towards him, pressing my lips softly over his. He ran his warm hand up my thigh, beneath my dress and up to my ass cheek. He pulled back and scowled at me. ‘Panties?’

I stifled a giggle. I’d put them on half an hour earlier and was waiting for him to discover them. ‘Oops!’

‘Are you deliberately defying me, Alana?’ he narrowed his eyes at me.

I tilted my head and grinned at him. ‘Maybe?’

He moved so quickly, I barely had time to take a breath as he had me pinned to the sofa, his forearms either side of my head as he held onto my wrists. ‘Oh, Alana, you’re playing a very dangerous game,’ he growled, his eyes full of fire and a wicked grin dancing across his lips.

‘Ahem?’ a loud cough disturbed us and Alejandro scowled but my heart almost stopped. His staff never interrupted us.

Alejandro pushed himself up onto his knees, so he was still straddling me on the sofa. ‘What?’ he snapped.

‘There’s a young lady at the gate, Boss. She refuses to leave,’ I heard Jacob say.

I sat up, my mouth open in shock. Young lady? What the hell? ‘Who is she?’ I asked.

‘She said her name is Lucy and actually, she is demanding to see you, Mrs. Montoya,’ he replied.

I felt the relief wash over me that it wasn’t some ex-girlfriend of Alejandro’s, quickly followed by a wave of panic that Lucy might be in more trouble.

‘Tell her to go home,’ Alejandro barked.

‘What? No,’ I said as I sat up and tried to wriggle from beneath him. ‘It’s late, and there must be something wrong if she’s come here. Let her in, Jacob.’

‘I said tell her to go home,’ Alejandro growled and then he turned and glared at me.

‘What? Why?’ I asked.

‘Alana!’ he hissed.

I pushed him away from me and jumped off the sofa. ‘She’s sixteen years old and she’s alone and scared. We are not sending her away on her own, Alex.’

He sat back against the sofa and glared at me, his eyes full of fire and anger. ‘Take her home in one of the cars, Jacob!’ he barked.

‘Don’t you dare,’ I said to Jacob who was standing there with his fingers on the door handle and his mouth hanging open, wondering whose orders to follow. Alejandro stood up and turned to him. ‘I said take her home!’

Jacob looked at me.

‘Let her in!’ I insisted.

‘What the fuck are you waiting for?’ Alejandro shouted. ‘Take her home.’

‘But Mrs. Montoya said she should come in,’ Jacob stammered and my heart almost burst with admiration for him.

‘Since when do you listen to Alana over me?’ Alejandro scowled at him.

‘Since you told me to run all of the house decisions by her, Boss?’ he said with a shrug.

I smiled to myself and Alejandro blinked in surprise. He had told his staff that very thing when I’d returned from New York, and now it was biting him on the ass already.

‘I am telling you this isn’t a house issue, Jacob,’ he snarled. ‘You are not to let that girl inside the gates.’

Jacob nodded solemnly. There was only so far he was willing to push Alejandro and he’d obviously reached his limit.

I stepped towards Alejandro. My heart was racing. What the hell was I missing here? Why had he taken such an aversion to a pregnant sixteen year old girl? ‘Then what is it?’ I asked him. ‘Why won’t you let Lucy in here?’

He turned back to me. His tongue darted out of his mouth, and he licked his lower lip before running a hand through his thick dark hair in exasperation. ‘Because her name isn’t Lucy for a start. She is not who you think she is, Alana.’

I stared at him, blinking in shock. ‘Then who is she?’

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