Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

“Get dressed, Miss Miller, if you would like to accompany me today. We leave in five minutes.”

She snarks. “We will leave when I’m ready. As Archard said, you don’t get to go anywhere without me.”

Fuck the contract. And fuck Archard.

He doesn’t control me.

No one does.

Except the fiery woman standing in front of me half-naked. The woman who I could disarm with a brush of my hand because the touch alone would be too much for her. The woman who is the only person who has truly ever stood up to me. Only she is capable of taking me by the balls and leading me wherever she wants.

Luckily for me, she doesn’t realize the full depth of her control of me—at least not yet.

“Five minutes, Miss Miller. I’m leaving in five minutes. I extended to you the invitation to ride with me, but if you aren’t ready by then, then you are welcome to figure out how to drive yourself in any car you own. Or pay for an Uber with your own money. But if you want a ride from me, I leave in five.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond.

I leave.

Down the stairs to wait for her.

Sharing a room was a mistake.

Bringing her here was worse.

Letting her sign the contract will be my undoing.

I pace at the bottom of the stairs while I wait for her and try to figure out what I’m going to do with her.

I should have had a dungeon built as my father did; that way I could just lock her up when she pissed me off.

I shake my head.

I won’t be a monster.

I will never be that cruel. Even though it’s in my blood.

Six minutes later Kai descends the stairs as if to tempt me with leaving. Trying out her newfound power over me as if this is all a game.

It is.

But not one she should be playing. Because she will lose, and the consequences will devastate her.

Kai is wearing dark black pants and a shimmering top that hugs to her skin tighter than anything I’ve seen on her. Her hair is up in a bun, no longer hiding her face. She must have decided to dress up a little to match me since I never changed out of my suit.

“Is this acceptable to wear, Your Highness?” she asks snakily, knowing she looks hot as hell in this outfit. Men would do what she wants just for a chance to fuck her.

I growl my disapproval in her wearing anything so revealing.

She smiles.

“I think I’ll take that as a yes,” she says.

“Only if you keep calling me Your Highness. It has a nice ring to it. Maybe I’ll have other people start calling me that when I win

.”

She glares at me. “Don’t count me out yet.”