Mechelle POV
I struggled, but couldn't escape his restraint. "Do I have to report to you about my affairs? Don't forget, I'm your father's wife, and that makes me your elder by half."
"Oh really? Since you didn't say anything, I must have forgotten," Alexander Duncan smirked wickedly, his fingers trailing down from my snow-white chest, slowly down to my thighs. "Mechelle, do you want to know what Daniel Duncan would do if he caught you singing here, dressed so provocatively? He'd probably order someone to strip you naked and toss you into the roughest spots for everyone to see."
"Right, you used to be the heiress of the Diaz family; how could you possibly have frequented such dark places?" His voice was cold, like an icy snake coiling around my neck.
"Alexander, why are you scaring this young lady?" Quinn, standing nearby, smiled ambiguously while eyeing me.
Another jerk! I silently cursed.
