“Daaaaddyyyy!” His cries echoed through the mansion, his voice trembling as he pointed a chubby little finger at me. "Mommy cursed at me!"
My stomach dropped.
Shit.
Heavy footsteps pounded down the hall.
Duke Trayson.
Lukas' father.
My soon-to-be husband.
The man I was deceiving.
I barely had time to school my expression before Duke appeared, his towering frame filling the doorway. His piercing blue eyes darted between me and Lukas, his brows furrowing in suspicion.
“What’s going on?” His voice was deep, laced with authority.
Lukas hiccupped dramatically. "She—she got mad at me, Daddy! She called me bad words!"
Lying little bastard!
I felt my pulse pound in my temples as I swallowed down my frustration, slipping into character.
Soft. Gentle. Demure.
Just like Britney.
I lowered my gaze, biting my lip like a guilty little lamb. "It's nothing, Duke," I murmured, my voice small and fragile. "Lukas was playing a prank… I just got startled. I—I didn’t mean to scare him."
Lukas sniffled, selling his performance.
Duke exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. "Lukas, go to your room."
Lukas pouted, stomping his little feet as he turned and disappeared down the hall.