Dorian's POV
"Can't believe Agatha caught you jerking off," Quentin smirked as we headed toward Vivienne's room.
I ignored him. Damn Agatha for broadcasting my business.
Look, I wasn't embarrassed about what happened—I just hated that she'd announced it to everyone. Still, that didn't sting nearly as much as the expression on Elena's face afterward.
Climbing the stairs, I spotted Elena and Kenzie hurrying toward the living room. Seemed odd, but I brushed it off.
Inside Vivienne's room, Lexie sat perched on the bed while Vivienne pressed her forehead, elbow planted on the table.
Worry squeezed my chest. "You alright?"
"We sent her packing," Quentin muttered, moving closer to Vivienne.
"I despise that woman," Vivienne sighed, sitting up straight. "I hate how she wrecks my entire day, how she's dead set on destroying our reputation. For someone who claims she loved her brother, she sure seems hell-bent on obliterating his legacy."
