Vanni est furieuse lorsque son fiancé la pousse à assister à une conférence à l’église de son père qui proteste contre l'OPH. Elle déteste tout ce que ces vils bigots représentent. Vanni se rend au bar pour se rafraîchir et finit par s'asseoir à côté d'un Hybride. Les choses se réchauffent rapidement quand ils sont tous deux drogués.
Smiley (Sourire) ne veut pas croire que le douce humaine leur administrerait le médicament de reproduction. Il est prêt à lui faire confiance et est déterminé à sauver sa vie. Il la tiendra. La protégera. Offrira son corps pour les distraire de la douleur. Elle est sa femelle, même si elle ne le réalise pas encore
Hybrides, Tome 13 : Smiley
Chapter One “Stop embarrassing me.” Carl hissed the words, glancing around to make sure he couldn’t be overheard by anyone except his target. “My father said you’re surly. It reflects badly on him. I just got my ass chewed out. Keep smiling and nod, Vanni. He also said you were rude to a journalist.” “Did you hear what he preached up there?” She was angry too. “I agreed to put on this long skirt because your father has a problem with women wearing pants. I didn’t say I’d talk with reporters and repeat the hatred he spews.” “You’re not supposed to talk at all. I know he’s old school but he is my father. We’re here to represent him.” “Old school? I’d use way harsher words for what he is. No, I only came because I thought we were having a romantic weekend at a nice hotel. Instead, I discover you’re sharing a suite with your father and I’m stuck rooming with his insane assistant. You waited to spring this on me once we arrived because we both know I wouldn’t have come otherwise.” He stepped closer and wrapped his fingers around her upper arm, glancing around again. “This is important to him. It’s two more days. Just smile and keep your lips sealed. That’s all.” “You told me you have nothing to do with your father’s church. Why are we even here, Carl? I don’t understand.” “He never asks me for anything but some of the press have been questioning his family values. He needed us here to show support. It’s only two days. Please, Vanni. I know this is a lot to ask but he is my father. That makes him family to you.” She was tempted to remind him they weren’t married yet. Her mind went over her options. She was two hours from home, without a car. Her roommate could come get her but she’d only ask a favor that big in an emergency. It hadn’t quite reached that point but it was getting close. Carl softened his tone. “This is important to my father and he really needs me to be here. He asks for so little, Vanni.” She hated the way her resolve caved under that pleading look he gave. “I don’t like his church members or what they stand for.” “I don’t either but I couldn’t say no. You’re going to be my wife. I wanted you here with me.” “They are bigots and I didn’t exactly wave that reporter down or ask to have a microphone shoved in my face. I just said two words, Carl—no comment. Be thankful I didn’t tell him that dinner was an hour of my life I’ll never get back and how pissed I was, hearing that bullshit.” His normally handsome expression twisted into something less appealing. “My father and his followers just have different views. You’re not being fair.” “Fair?” Her temper flared again. “Don’t even say that word to me. You swore we’d never have to deal with this church business and then you lied to get me here. That was underhanded and low.” “It’s one damn weekend.” He hissed the words. “Don’t be selfish.” “Who the hell are you and where did the man I know go? You hate the things your father stands for as much as I do or was that just bullshit to get me to marry you?” He glanced around and then stared at her. “He promised to give me fifty grand if I showed up. Your family isn’t exactly able to pay for a nice wedding. I’m the one who has to eat the extra costs.” She clenched her teeth, resenting the guilt trip and knowing that was exactly what it was. “I wanted something small so don’t lay this on me. You’re the one who wanted four hundred guests.” “They are clients. I couldn’t get married without inviting them.” “I want to leave.” His hold tightened and he jerked her a little, looking away once again to scan the room. “Just stop it,” he snapped. “Go upstairs if you can’t put on a happy face. Don’t embarrass my dad again. Do you understand?” “I’m starting to.” She didn’t like the implications either. “So you want me to hide after you brought me here since I won’t get with the program?” “You can’t embarrass him.” “What about me? I’m embarrassed to be here with that so-called church.” She yanked her arm, forcing him to release her and backed away. “You don’t have to agree with their beliefs but you will stand by my side so I can support my father. Someone has to pay for this wedding.” “Yes, sir.” She raised her hand and smartly saluted. “I’ll be good and go hide upstairs so I don’t tell anyone that I was sickened by the hatred and stupidity your father preaches.” “You’re being dramatic. It’s not flattering, Vanni.” She bit back a nasty response. “Don’t forget to show up at breakfast tomorrow. We’re supposed to pose for pictures with my dad right afterward. Wear the pink dress his assistant bought you.”
Veuillez choisir un nouveau mot de passe et indiquer le code secret qui vient d'être envoyé sur votre email