All Chapters of Heated Nights With My Merciless Father In Law: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ALEKSANDRHe glances around with the confidence of a man who knows he’s going to walk out the building unscathed, slipping his hands into his pockets. Deliberately stalling.What a fucking disappointment.“Let’s move.”The walk to the next building is short. My phone buzzes twice and fuck knows I’m beyond tempted to bring it out and check, but I manage to resist the impulse. I’m only going to get myself distracted if I do that.He’s frowning down at his phone when we enter, no doubt wondering why the men still haven’t shown up.The look on his face when he looks up and sees me is priceless.He freezes as if he’s seen a ghost, his face going deathly pale. Almost absently, he takes a backward step, his hands going slack at his sides. “Boss.” His eyes dart to the men flanking me as the remaining snipers crowd in.“Weren’t expecting us, were you?” Nodding toward the back of the house, I give them a silent order to fetch the dead bodies.The stench of fear fills the air. He hides it as bes

NATALIADoning the hot pink lingerie, I can’t help but admire myself in the full length mirror in my closet before grabbing my phone to take a picture.Placing one ankle in front of the other, I hook a finger into the waistband of my panties and tug it down slightly, making sure my hip juts out the way I want it to. Then I take the picture.Collapsing onto the couch, I enter Aleks’s chat and am about to hit send when I pause and stare at the picture. I look like a model for a lingerie brand. More than that, I look like a woman whose intent is to seduce the hell out of a man she’s trying to get to fuck her seven ways to Sunday.That is what makes me pause, because is that really what I want?I mean, it’s exactly what I’ve wanted since the second I set eyes on him in that club. Even before Bianca dared me to get his number.Before I found out who he really is.Knowing his real identity hasn’t changed my feelings in the slightest and it definitely hasn’t quenched the fire roaring low in m

ALEKSANDR“Are you going to just sit there and stare at me like you’re not the same person who sent me a picture of his dick?” I choke on my drink, damn near spraying it over the couch. Taking a deep breath and struggling to calm my burning lungs, I aim a look of disbelief at Natalia.She merely lifts a brow, that signature sly smile tugging at her lips. Dmitri only just stepped out of the living room to take a call and she isn’t even the slightest bit worried that he could very well still be within earshot. “I didn’t send you a picture of my cock.”The words make her eyes roll. “You sent me a picture of your covered, hard as a rock giant cock,” she rephrases.A startling bolt of lust slams into me, heat building low in my gut. The beast in question stirs and hardens to a full, raging cockstand in mere seconds.The sudden rush of blood almost makes me dizzy. “Shit.” I whisper faintly. My fingers dig into my palm where they curl into fists and I have to look away from her momentar

NATALIAI can tell Aleks is in one of his shit moods but he’s doing a better job of trying to hide it, so props to him for that.When he follows me into the store, I half expect it’s to grab my hand and drag me back to the car, while saying something annoying like ‘he doesn’t have the time for this’ or ‘that’s not the reason we’re here’, so imagine my surprise when he merely comes over to stand a few feet away from me with his hands in his slacks as he takes in the store.“If it’s the red dress you have your eyes on,” comes a feminine voice, making me startle with surprise. “I think it would look absolutely splendid on you.”It’s a blonde woman who can’t be much older than me, wearing a long sheath gown that molds to her lithe frame. I assume she is the sales attendant, judging from her approach, posture and the small polite small she wears.“Right?” I return her smile, nodding to the gown. “Can I try it?”“Of course.” She moves to take it off the display mannequin. “The dressing room

ALEKSANDRShe will bear the mark of Astraios. The fortune teller.She’d said those exact words to me decades ago but I’d laughed in her face and tossed cash at her, thinking one of my exes at the time had put her up to it.Out of curiosity, or perhaps it was the eerie look in the woman’s eyes that did it, I’d looked up Astraios on google and found out he was the titan god of stars.The same star that sat just under the dimple on her back.She said it’s a scar, but I’ve never seen a scar shaped that way. Ever.I could be overthinking it but something tells me I’m not. It’s too much of a coincidence to be totally unrelated. Not when every other thing the woman said seems to add up.The unexpected discovery has triggered this unwanted memory and I hate that it’s affected my mood so much. It’s so bad that Natalia, who would usually call me out on it, has curled into her side of the car, sitting as far away from me as she physically can.My chest tightens with an emotion that makes me fee