Her face was stormy, her gaze sweeping over the model sprawled on my bed, her voice trembling with restrained fury.
“Louis, what did you say to my mother to make her so angry?”
“Always going against me, just to get my attention?” Her lips curled into a mocking smile. “Too bad. I’ve only ever liked men who know their place.”
I met her gaze calmly. “Who are you? Sorry, I had a car accident. I don’t remember anything now.”
“Still faking amnesia?” Eliana’s hand shot out, her fingers gripping my chin. “Louis, that trick of yours is ancient.”
I repeated the move she knew too well, throwing off the quilt in one motion. The model lazily propped herself up, her lips curving into a provocative smile meant just for Eliana.
Her pupils contracted; her palm cracked across my face. “Pathetic!”
“Eliana.” Jovan leaned in, his tone sickeningly sweet. “If Louis is already this blatant, who knows how many scandals will follow if you truly marry him.”
I slowly wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. “Who said I’m going to marry you? You’re overthinking.”
“Playing hard to get?” Eliana’s fingers clamped around my wrist. “All these years you’ve gone against me, just to make me look at you more?”