Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Roman didn’t. He also hadn’t fucked her either, hadn’t consummated their marriage. He expected Alex to tell her father they hadn’t had sex, but she still kept quiet.
He didn’t know what her game was, but he intended to find out.
No one took him for a fool. When it came to Alex, he already had people in place to find out her weaknesses. So far, she showed none. She had also not proven to be a liar either, which … baffled him.
Liam chuckled. “Just fine.”
“I think we should talk business,” Lucas said, interrupting. “I’ve gotten word—”
“Business is for the morning where booze hasn’t been so freely offered,” Liam said. “Do you think I got to where I am by taking the words of drunken men?” His gaze turned back to Roman. “I have it on good authority that you’ve been with Denise.”
Roman tensed up. He didn’t know how Liam knew of his ex-lover, or her name, and to be honest, he wasn’t happy with it either.
He kept his personal life very private, and his lovers were always protected.
Since his marriage, he hadn’t enjoyed another woman, not even his wife. He’d been so focused on dealing with the fallout from taking an outsider as a wife. Alex was … so different.
She didn’t know their customs and often just stood by herself, ignoring everyone, or being ignored, he wasn’t quite sure.
What was with her? He couldn’t read her.
Women like Denise, his ex-lover, were interested in power and money. They only wanted what was best for themselves. When it came to Alex, he wasn’t sure what it was. He also couldn’t find out the relevant information he needed to know more about her. Her father kept it all under wraps.
No one knew anything, and that pissed him off.
Whenever he had a computer guy onto something, there was always some glitch or problem that stopped him from finding out everything there was about his wife.
“My son wouldn’t ruin his marriage vows,” Lucas said.
That wasn’t entirely correct. His father had pulled him to one side and said that if he ever needed to, there were always mistresses who would help deal with his needs. Lucas, besides having a wife, had three mistresses.
Roman hadn’t been interested in going to another woman. Being married wasn’t what he expected. First of all, he had to make sure Liam didn’t find out he hadn’t actually consummated the marriage.
The only piece of information he could truly get was that Liam Smith loved his daughter. Adored her. She was treasured by him, and that made her an interesting pawn in this game.
Liam Smith was an ally, and his father had told him to treat Alex with respect. He had no interest in hurting a woman.
“I had dinner with Denise at her request, two weeks ago. She had a problem and needed me to fix it.”
Her boss was getting handsy, and with his and Alex’s marriage announced in the press, people assumed the women in his life were now easy targets.
He hadn’t seen Denise for a long time, and they had ended things rather amicably.
Roman finished off his whiskey as Liam glared at him. “My daughter has not returned. Go and find her.”
In his father’s home, he didn’t expect to take orders from anyone but Lucas. He had a quick glance at his father and saw the nod. It annoyed him to even be seen doing as that bastard asked.
Still, he turned on his heel and made his way out of the main party, going along the corridor and coming to a pause when he caught sight of Antonio, one of his best friends, with his wife.
Antonio attempted to put his arm around Alex, but she immediately stood up. She hadn’t seen Roman yet. “You know what, I think it’s time I headed back to the party. It was nice meeting you, Antonio.” She stepped away, and the moment she caught sight of him, she stopped. “Roman.”
“Alex.”
He stared at her from the tip of her head. She had luscious brown hair. It was thick and fell around her in waves. From the short time he had spent with her, he knew she often wore it up, most of the time in a clip, rarely falling down around her shoulders.
Staring down the length of her body, he saw her black dress that was more fitting for a funeral than a party, and it wasn’t a flattering fit either. The dress fell to her tits and then seemed to hang off her body. None of her gorgeous curves were on display. He knew she hadn’t picked this outfit herself.
The maid who came to clean his home three times a week had picked it out for her. He made a note never to ask her to help his wife again. No wonder the women were making snarky comments behind their hands about her. She looked like … death.