Page 36 of Legacy

On top of it all, my damn traitorous body never resisted him when it knew better.

Shifting, I winced again from the lingering discomfort of my last encounter with Eli.

Marrying him was part of a plan, not to fuck him nonstop.

A wave of guilt hit me.

What were the girls doing? It was strange to be away from them, and it was more challenging to be out of the loop. I couldn’t check on the progress of the plan.

Talking to Vik was out of the question. We needed privacy, which wasn’t possible with Eli’s people always around. Plus, if I shared anything about Eli, it would leave me questioning its rightfulness.

I needed Laya and Cali to talk some sense in me before Eli fucked any little lingering bit out of my head.

Was jumping into this plan the wrong call?

As the eldest, I had to protect them, and it felt like I’d put them in more danger.

This search for revenge wasmyplan.

Fuck. Eli was correct. I had ignited a fire, boasting to those three assholes that I’d enjoy the last laugh. It was uncertain what tricks they had planned.

Vik was there. It was his job to see to Laya and Cali’s safety.

But I couldn’t shake the new worry that they were now more vulnerable than ever.

The wedding had exposed them to the world, decreeing to Papa’s enemies the Vitalis sisters had survived treachery.

The plan was to return to Patras tomorrow and move into Elias’s penthouse outside the city center. It was small, a bachelor pad where I had no doubt he’d taken former lovers.

At least it wasn’t the Vitalis family home his father had destroyed.

“If you don’t pick one of the properties when we return…” he warned as he stalked out of the bathroom, steam trailing after him.

He grabbed clothes set out on a chair without glancing in my direction.

“Then what?” I challenged.

Now, there was another issue we argued about—compromising on a property.

I wanted a home. He had a list of expectations. Neither of us wanted to budge. He had no objection to living close to my sisters, so at least that was a positive in this whole thing.

Who knew house-hunting was so stressful? Or maybe it was only this way with Eli.

Eventually, we’d figure it out or kill each other.

He paused and turned to give me a long once-over, his eyes heating.

My heart skipped a beat, and my nipples beaded.

What am I doing?

“We don’t have time for this,” he muttered without moving a muscle.

I licked my lips and then swallowed to ease my parched throat. “Then get dressed. I have to shower.”

“You shower when I say you shower.”

Really? He wanted to go there.

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