Eros's POV
I glared at Lydia, wrenching my hand free of her hold. “Stop pursuing me, Lydia. I’m a married man.” I was tired of her tagging along wherever I went. It had nothing to do with love. She was after my money and the luxurious life I could offer her. But I wasn’t one to be fooled by her lies. Unknown to her, I had seen her with Victor entering a hotel room while still claiming to love me. It had brought me to my senses. The b***h was desperate to get into our family.
“It makes no difference to me, Eros. I know you don’t love her. You’re gonna sleep around, anyway. Then why not with me?” She gripped the lapels of my tuxedo to pull me towards her.
I eased her grip and shoved her backwards, this time not gently at all. She staggered on her heels and glared daggers at me.
“You’r
