Davina's POV
Lucien got up, pulling me up with him. He didn't even give me a chance to give Desmond a response before he started walking away.
"Hey, you don't have to be so territorial when you already have a fiancee. What is your problem?" Desmond called after Lucien, sounding disappointed.
"Isn't it even weird that you are holding your assistant's hand and dragging her everywhere?" Maxwell asked, his voice levelled, but he was definitely laying an accusation.
The way every eye turned to Lucien made him release his grip on my wrist, but now he looked pissed.
"Come with me, Davina. I don't want to wait for you."
He walked off, leaving me confused. Why the hell was he angry?
When I got back to our room, he had gone to the bathroom. I picked up my phone, deciding not to let him bother
