He looked anyway. I did, too. I couldn’t see Lorenzo anywhere. All I saw was a scene as if tornadoes had visited Declan’s study room. The desk was shredded to pieces. Chairs were upside down. Bookshelves had been ripped from the walls.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Declan wasn’t human. His brothers weren’t, either. Now I understood why they hadn’t been afraid of Lorenzo. Braden and Curran left the study room,
dragging the goons’ bodies with them.
Declan vanished from the study room. He reappeared in the master bedroom, naked. He went to the closet and grabbed a pair of pants. Heavy footsteps whispered on the carpeted floor. I heard the metallic creaks of the panic room door being opened.
I slumped on the floor. Declan emerged before us, bare-chested. Blood spattered his arms.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. It had to be done,” he said.
I forced my voice out, but it came as a barely audible croak. I gulped hard and tried again. “What…what are you?”
“Dragons!” Bobby answered. “You’re so cool, Declan.”
“I know.” He winked at me. “Guess I have a lot explaining to do, huh?”
Epilogue
One month later
“Do you know why I called you here, Ms Knapp?” Declan’s voice was sharp. Displeased. Blue eyes zeroed in on me. Golden brows knotted. He swivelled behind his desk. He flicked his wrist towards the folder I had just given him.
I sat on a chair across his desk, playing my part as the slutty secretary. Declan liked role-playing. Especially boss-secretary fantasies. When he’d confided that he’d harboured this fantasy since he’d first seen me, I hadn’t been able to refuse the request of my new, young husband.
Yes, I married Declan Cairne two weeks ago in London. The ceremony was simple but beautiful. It was attended by Braden and Curran, the Cairnes’s close family and friends—all in all, fewer than fifty people in a beautiful, old little church. Braden acted as Declan’s best man, and Bobby, my perfect little gentleman, delivered me to Declan at the altar. We spent our honeymoon in London and sightseeing across Europe. Well, it wasn’t exclusively a honeymoon since Declan brought Bobby along to every place we visited. It felt like a little family vacation. Our new family’s vacation. After we got married, Declan filed papers to adopt Bobby as his own. Now my little man was officially a Cairne. The two were practically inseparable. Declan adored Bobby, and my son was hungry for fatherly love.
After the Los Angeles incident, I initially had a hard time believing supernatural beings existed and lived among us. It took me almost a week to get past the freaking out stage. But Declan was persistently convincing until I finally came to the realisation that Declan was the only man for me. Human or dragon, it didn’t matter.
That night, Braden had taken care of the aftermath. He and Curran had dragged the bloodied, unconscious Lorenzo and his goons to their cars and drove them to the ER parking lot. We didn’t hear anything from Lorenzo afterwards. I assumed Lorenzo and his men hadn’t been so gravely injured that it needed police involvement. If Lorenzo reported the incident to the authorities, I bet no one would believe that dragons had done that kind of damage to him. I could safely say that my ex was mortally afraid of Declan and realised he had to let me and Bobby go. Or he would face the consequence and the frightening wrath of Declan and his brothers.
We went back to New York after our honeymoon and moved into the summer house in Alpine. Bobby was enroled in a private school and I was enjoying my new life as Mrs Cairne. Declan had just gone back to work for the last couple of days, when he’d suddenly come home before lunch time, hungry for afternoon nookie. Since Bobby was at school, we had the house to ourselves.
I shifted one leg to the side, revealing my black fishnet hosiery. I did say I was playing a slutty secretary, didn’t I? My skirt was so short that I couldn’t bend over without parading the colour of my panties. My blazer was tight, moulded to the curves of my body. It had an alarmingly low décolletage that had my black lace bra peeking between the lapels. Even though Declan was playing a stern boss, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from my almost bursting breasts, thanks to my one-size-too-small padded bra.
“No, sir. Is it about the reports you dictated?” I said. I shifted my gaze to the yellow manila folder. “I did everything like you asked.”
Declan huffed impatiently. “You did a crappy job, Ms Knapp, like you always have. Typos. Misspelling. Sloppy grammar. What am I going to do with you?”
I leant forward, thrusting my breasts up. “I’m terribly sorry, sir. Please, let me do it again.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m tired of your incompetence. I’m going to let you go.”
“Please, sir. Don’t do that. I have my elderly mother to take care of. She’s depending on me.”
“I can’t run a business with an inept secretary like you.”
I pouted. Declan’s eyes glinted at my rouged lips. “Sir, I’m not totally inept. I’m good at other things, too.”
“What other things?”
“Will you let me keep my job if I show you my other…skills?”
Declan pretended he was slightly interested. But I knew he could barely hold his urges. I just knew the look.
Young cock.
“Very well,” he said as if he was being generous. “Show me.”