Alister’s POV
Alister threw open his door, furiously stalking into his bedchamber, before slamming it behind him.
The look on her face was still fresh in his mind… but then, so was the image of Lucian’s hands on her body.
He had violently stormed out of dinner because he couldn’t seem to resist the urge to check the video footage of the cameras he’d installed in their room before their arrival. A mistake.
So far, they’d done nothing but piss him off…
Alister prided himself on maintaining control at all times... especially in the public eye, and he’d almost snapped today.
She was making him weak…
His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.
‘Ours!’ Dominique snarled for the hundredth time today. ‘We will make him suffer for touching her with those filthy hands…!
Patience! Alister
