Olivia's POV He stood there, towel low on his hips, water still glistening on his chest, and instead of horror or regret, Theodore Sinclair was smiling.“Well, well,” he said, that same deep baritone that had unraveled me all night wrapping around the words like silk. “Looks like fate has a very twisted sense of humor, Venus… or should I say, Olivia Sinclair.”My mouth went dry. “I don’t understand. Aren’t you supposed to be embarrassed? You just had sex with your nephew's wife!”“Ex-wife,” he corrected smoothly, stepping closer. “You’re divorced. You don’t belong to him anymore. And on the brighter side…” His eyes dragged down my naked body again, “The woman my nephew treated like trash is someone I definitely don’t want to lose. You see what you did to me last night? No woman has ever done that to me.”I scrambled off the bed, yanking the sheet with me to cover myself.“Alright, stop! This is insane! I feel so ashamed. I don’t know… I’m going to return your money, sir. All of it.
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