Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to bring out my blade and slice through his chest right now. I can imagine it, cracking his chest open and ripping his heart out— just for looking at my Bianca. My prinţesă.
Desperation pumps in my chest. I need to talk to her, as soon as fucking possible.
“I think you’re too hard on yourself,” Melody says, pulling me back into our conversation. Fuck, I’m distracted.
A ringing comes from her purse and she pulls a phone out, “Sorry, I need to answer this. It’s the nanny,” She walks off to the other corner of the room where people aren’t located, leaving Mikel and I alone.
He sinks his hands into his pockets with a whimsical smile on his face. “Ion is going to kill you, Dalca.” He snickers lightly, his words coming out as a whisper.
“What?”
“Don’t play coy with me. You’re fucking his daughter. So, he’s going to kill you.” Mikel snickers.
Rolling my eyes, I respond. “In eighteen years when that little girl in your wife’s tummy starts fucking men, don’t tell me you’re going to do anything different. It’s no different because it’s her, and do me a solid and don’t say a damn thing to him.”
“I don’t have to say anything. It’s written all over your face.” Mikel comments, wiping his hand over his mouth while Ion makes his way over.
“Look, I know you’re pissed because of what happened to Anton. You two were close, but we’re going to find out who did it. We will.” Ion starts off, but I interrupt him.
“No, I’m pissed because you’re bringing a Lazar into the mix. Jan’s position has been open for a long time, and considering Natasha will now be the head of the Balan clan . . . it makes sense. “But it doesn’t mean I trust a Lazar. They’re foul men. The lot of them.” I spit, disgusted Ion would even bring them into the gold. Marius doesn’t have a great reputation, and man he’s stepped on my toes far too much.
“I’m hopeful with time, your mind will be changed. Mircea has a good head on his shoulders, and I think he’ll be good for Seattle. Trust me on this, Stefan. It was either Mircea or Marius . . . and I think you know why we chose Mircea.”
I tsk, “Yeah, ‘cause you wouldn’t want to marry Bianca off to an old cow like Marius. I mean, not with his reputation.”
“Isn’t he still married?” Mikel questions.
Ion nods, “Yes, he is.”
“How’s his mistress doing?” I ask with a smile.
“I’m not sure. It’s none of my concern.”
“Hopefully Mircea isn’t like his father. It would be a shame for her to be treated like Mrs. Lazar. Don’t you think?”
Ion tightens his jaw and I know I’ve gotten under his skin.
“I need to go. Daniella will be needing me soon. Lovely chat.”
Making my way over to the door of the study, I walk through it and shut it behind me, immediately pulling out my cell.
To: Bianca
We need to talk ASAP. I’ll head to your place. Get there soon, prinţesă.
Chapter Five
Bianca
From: Zaddy S
We need to talk ASAP. I’ll head to your place. Get there soon, prinţesă.
Oh, fuck. I should fan myself right now. Heat rushes through my center and I can’t wait for whatever’s about to transpire between Stefan and I. Biting the bottom of my lip I text him back.
To: Zaddy S
I’ll be there soon. Promise. Go in when you get there. You have a key for a reason.
“Texting your supposed boyfriend?” My father’s deep voice asks from behind me, causing me to get startled.
“Yeah, I am.” I hiss, facing off at him. Stefan has never declared to be my boyfriend. We just fuck, but my father doesn’t need to know that. He doesn’t need to know anything about who I’m fucking.
He scoffs, obviously not believing a word I’ve said. “We’re going to talk about this right now.”
“Actually, we’re not. I’m growing rather tired of the overbearing dad thing, so I’m gonna bounce. It was lovely while it lasted though, toodles.” I begin to walk past him when he grabs me by the arm and glares right into my eyes. For the first time in my twenty-one years, he’s striking fear into me.
“Bianca, we’re going to discuss this sooner or later. Don’t think you can keep putting it off, because you won’t. I’ll let you get away with a lot of shit, but not this.” Tearing my arm away from him, I rush to the door and fly down the stairs, go out onto the sidewalk and rush up to the corner, flagging a taxi.
I’m able to flag one down and have them take me straight to my apartment. When I get upstairs, Stefan opens the door for me, seeming a bit upset. But, I realize after a moment he isn’t upset. He’s showing the ugly, green eyed beast— he’s jealous.
“I fucked up when I snapped, about the whole boyfriend thing. I’m sure you heard it.” I mutter, feeling bad. I’m not sure he’s wanting any sort of commitment, so I’ve never brought the subject up to him. He’s the best sex I’ve ever had and I don’t want to scare him off.
So, I’ll be fuck buddies with him forever if that’s what he wants, because fuck if I’m going to screw this up.
“It’s fine. What’s your fucking father thinking, though?” Stefan growls, heading into the kitchen, he leans against my concrete counters.
I shrug, “I wish I knew. It’s some sort of outdated marriage arrangement. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?”
“His and your mother’s arrangement was quite different. Your grandparents arranged that.” It’s like he’s coming to my parents’ defense.
“Do you want me to get married to him?” I ask, baffled by his comment.
Stefan grabs me by the throat, shoves me down on the island and tightens his grip around my neck. With his alternate hand, he pulls up my dress, revealing
