Page 18 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

To say that I'm surprised by how well Jarek knew me back in high school would be an understatement. Only now am I learning that he was more than just a bully… he was a full-blown stalker.

The moment I stepped into the suite of rooms that Jackson had shown me, I had gotten the feeling that the butler's boss had been waiting for me to turn up.

There's no way Jarek was able to design this room in my favorite colors of cream and moss green, as well as stock up on all my favorite toiletries in less than twenty-four hours.

Was he that obsessed with me?

Regardless, the accommodation is worthy of royalty, and I can't believe this is where I'll live for the next year. It no longer matters what happened in the past because I've signed my life over to the devil. What will be, will be—I just hope that I survive my time with the Mafia Boss.

I'm just stepping from the ensuite, freshly bathed when there's a knock on my door. I open it to find Jackson standing on the other side.

"I was sent to inform you that a seamstress will be stopping by this evening to get your measurements. Mr. Falcon wants you to have formal attire for all the dinners and events you will be attending."

"Oh, okay. If that's what he wishes," I say softly.

Jackson leans in and, in a low voice, adds, "Mr. Falcon can be very demanding at times, but as long as you follow his wishes, your life here will not be a hardship."

"Thank you, Jackson. I appreciate the tip."

He smiles and starts to turn when another voice catches our attention. "There you are, Jackson…"

It' s the woman I saw standing on the landing when I arrived. The one who didn't seem too pleased to see me.

"Miss Sasha. What can I do for you?" Jackson sounds annoyed when he addresses the woman, and that alone tells me I should be wary of her.

She still wears the sheer robe I saw her in earlier, but now I have a view I prefer not to see. When I say the robe is sheer, I mean very sheer. Her nakedness is on display beneath it, and she doesn't seem to care one bit. It's like she's flaunting herself on purpose.

"There's a little bit of a mess in Master's office that needs to be cleaned up," the woman states, wiping the corner of her mouth before adding, "I accidentally dribbled a little bit. But in my defense, had he not come so hard, I could have swallowed it all."

The implications this woman is spewing right before me have my stomach churning. If Jarek already has a woman, then what am I here for? This doesn't make any sense to me. Why doesn't this woman accompany him to dinners and events?

Tasha, or whatever her name is, pretends to finally notice me and grins. "You must be the new whore."

"Miss Sasha! Control your mouth, or I'll be sure your master locks you in the cage. Liliana's status in this house is above yours, so you will do well in respecting her!"

Anger enters the woman's deep blue eyes before she spins away and stomps off. Jackson's attention returns to me, and he gives me an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that. I will be sure to inform Mr. Falcon of Sasha's behavior. If she ever bothers you, please don't hesitate to let me know."

"Who is she to him?" I ask with narrowed eyes.

"That is something you should ask Mr. Falcon but know that what I said was the truth. You are above her no matter what. Good day, Liliana."

I stare in disbelief at Jackson's retreating form. If what this Sasha was insinuating is true, I'll be damned if I sleep with anyone who is still fucking another woman under the same roof! I didn't sign up to be part of Jarek Falcon's harem of women .

Not caring that I'm in nothing but a robe, I march down the hall and then downstairs until I reach Jarek's office door. It's closed, and I don't know what I'm thinking as I barge in without knocking first.

Jarek is sitting at his desk, staring at his laptop as he speaks, but looks up at my interruption. I realize too late that I just barged in on some meeting he's having. I stop in my tracks and start to back out, mouthing, "Sorry," but he stops me with his hand.

"Continue with the meeting, I'll be back in a few moments." Jarek taps a key and then leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"I've never known you to have such poor manners, pauper. I hope you have a damn good reason for interrupting my conference call."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I shouldn't have—"

"You're right, you shouldn't have." He interrupts me, then adds, "Are you that desperate to lose that virginity of yours—is that it? I'm willing to oblige if that's the case." Jarek's gaze rakes down my form, clad only in the silk robe supplied to me.

"What? No! I mean…" He has me stumbling over my words, but then I stop, take a break, and try again. "Who is Sasha to you, Sir?"

"She's my submissive," he states without a pause.

"You're—what? Then why am I here?"

"Because I want you here."

"You have her to fuck, Sir. I will not sleep with anyone who is having sexual relations with another woman!"

A wicked grin appears on his face, and suddenly, a sinking feeling washes over me. Jarek reaches over and opens a drawer, pulling out the familiar packet I signed just a few hours ago. Tossing it on top of his desk, he then points to it.

"That's your copy. I highly suggest you take it back and read through it all.

Find out what you willingly signed without reading before you start making demands.

However, to answer your question. Sasha does not get paid to be here.

She also doesn't meet the criteria for what I'll be needing you for, either. "

"And what criteria is that?" I ask, raising a brow.

"Read the contract, pauper, and you will find out. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a meeting to get back to."

"Yes, Sir." I pick up the packet from his desk, but his hand snakes out, and he grabs my wrist. My head snaps to look at him.

"Don't think this little stunt will go unpunished, pauper. Inside that packet is a map of the estate and house. I want you to meet me at the door labeled PR at eight o'clock sharp."

"Y-yes, Sir." It's all I can say. I know I fucked up, and now, all I want to do is run back to my room and hide.

Jarek lets go of my wrist and nods at me in dismissal. I turn and rush from his office. I can't get back to my room fast enough. When I do, I slam my door closed and lean against it, holding the contract against my chest as I try to catch my breath.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I drop the packet containing the contract down on my bed after finishing it.

Shock is nowhere near what I'm feeling after reading what I so stupidly signed up for.

Not only did I agree to allow him to have other submissives, but my entire body is no longer mine while I'm under this roof.

I can't so much as scratch myself by accident without consequences.

As if none of that was bad enough, I now know why I'm so important at the Falcon Estate.

I'm to serve as the breeder for the Falcon Heir.

The only way I am to receive the full three million dollars is if I conceive before the year is up, at which time the length of stay extends until I have the baby.

If no conception takes place, I only leave with one hundred thousand.

If you ask me, the latter is still plenty.

So, technically, I have three choices. Fulfill the contract and give Jarek his Heir, try making it impossible to conceive, or walk out with no penny to my name.

Did I forget to mention that because I'm the possible mother of the future Heir, I have security around me every time I leave the grounds due to Jarek's enemies not wanting him to succeed in producing said Heir?

Apparently, there's a stipulation in his uncle's will stating that he must produce an Heir within the first year of taking his place as the Mafia King Pin. Why has he chosen me to be the mother of his child? It makes no sense to me, so I must ask myself, how badly do I want this money?

A knock sounds on the door, and I call out, "Come in."

Jackson peeks his head inside. "The seamstress is here, Liliana. May I send her in?"

I still haven't figured out where I've seen Jackson before, so I make a mental note to ask him at a later time. He seems nice, but I won't make the mistake of making him an ally because, at the end of the day, he still works for Jarek.

I smile softly and nod at him. "Yes, you may send her in, thank you."

Suddenly, the room bursts into a flurry of commotion as the door swings open. A woman strides in, pulling a rack of dresses behind her. Close on her heels, an assistant follows, wheeling in another rack brimming with colorful fabric.

I'm at a loss for words as the older woman in charge barks orders to her assistant before she turns to me. A smile brightens her face, and she claps her hands together.

"Well, you're a pretty little thing. How exquisite! I already have the perfect designs for you."

"Oh, that's nice…" What else do I say?

"How rude of me!" The woman approaches me with her hand held out. "I'm Madame Pearson, and this is Lindy, my assistant. We'll have you measured in no time and have a whole wardrobe planned within the hour. I won't take up much of your time at all, Miss Sumner."

"Thank you, Madame Pearson. I appreciate it."

It's all I can really say. I remind myself this wasn't my idea—I'm just along for the ride.