“Treating my stepdaughter like that?” He shakes his head while clicking his tongue. “You won’t have a dick for very long with that kind of behavior.”
“Alex isn’t a little girl anymore. It’s time for her to be with a man.”
His face goes stone cold as he states, “But you’re not engaged to her. You’ll take your leave now.”
When he raises his hand to presumably snap his fingers and get security in here, Alex flinches. The way she raises a hand as if expecting to be struck sets off something primal inside me, an urge to protect her in a way I’ve never protected her before. The sweater has slid down her shoulders significantly, exposing a lot more of her plump breasts in that adorable little black bra.
But instead of looking adorable, she just looks frightened.
I glance at Amos and say, “I’m staying for dinner.”
He lowers his hand. “What?”
“We might not be engaged, but we could be,” I retort. “So, I’m staying for dinner as one of her friends.”
“He’s staying,” Alex insists. “I want him to be one of my dinner guests. You always go on about how I never have dinner guests, Amos.”
He looks suspicious. “But he just…”
“Didn’t do anything that I didn’t invite.”
Though Amos appears annoyed, he doesn’t turn me away. Because he can’t turn away the son of a great man like Fletcher Pershing. Because he doesn’t even know that I’m no longer the son of such a powerful father in Macedon.
And what he doesn’t know can’t kill me.