CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE >>>
_LISA’S POV_
Just as Xavier gently brushed his thumb across my c**t, the dining hall door flew open—loud and sudden.
I froze.
Xavier reacted quickly, stepping in front of me to shield my body, but it was too late.
An older man stood in the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, with a thick mustache and a look of shock on his face. His jaw clenched tight, and the expression in his eyes was a mix of anger and disbelief. I didn’t know which one was worse.
I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
My shirt was crumpled on the floor. My bra was somewhere under the table. And Xavier’s hands were still on my bare thighs. Panic shot through me like a jolt of lightning.
“Interrupting something, nephew?” the man said coldly, arms crossed, his voice filled
