“What the hell are you doing in my house?”
Micheal stepped forward lazily, his cane tapping on the ground loudly as he pinned Jordon back with his glare.
“Trust me, I would much rather be anywhere else than here,” he said. “But official matters require that I must be here.”
“You have no right!” he thundered. “What does the House of Lords have to do with my title? As far as I am aware, I am answerable only to the Queen herself.”
“Of course,” Michael said with a smirk. “Well, that was the case, until the scandal broke out and tainted your name. I’m afraid this isn’t just a personal matter now. It’s a political one, and people are beginning to question the other lords, on whether we knew about your illicit affair or not.”
“I don’t care,” Jordon said. “You have no business with my title
