When Marcus came out of his study, she was dancing to music on her phone.
His body stiffened, and the barely-contained desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
When he turned to look at me, he quickly masked his expression, but it was too late—I had already seen it.
I fanned the air, trying to cool the heat rising in my face. "You’re pathetic."
"Go back to your room." Marcus' voice was sharp now, his temper flaring.
Vivian pouted, the picture of innocence. "Uncle, I have to practice dancing every day..."
"Hmm, like a cat in heat."
Vivian blinked, the perfect image of confusion. "Who are you talking about? My uncle raised me. If you think dirty, that’s on you."
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked at him, playing the victim like she always did.
The sad part? She was definitely more alluring to men now than she ever had been when she lived in the mountains.
Marcus' face hardened. "Enough."
"If I see you dressed like that in this house again, you’re out."
Vivian ran off in tears, leaving the tension thick in the air.
Marcus sighed deeply, his gaze softening as he turned to me. "Lila, don’t argue with a child. Maybe you’re carrying our baby. Don’t be upset, okay?"