CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Hazel eyes that seemed to hold some kind of intriguing interest, held her brown one’s captive as her father went on to gush about his two children, adding way too much exaggeration just like any parent would. The duke was only half listening as he found himself bothered in the most sensual way by Vicky’s presence just close to him. The lavender fragrance of her perfumed was one he would not be forgetting any time soon. He had to at least kiss her lips before he left or otherwise, he would regret it.
“Well, I guess that’s just it. Now, if we may,” Mr. Carrington motioned to his office.
“Of course. It was lovely to meet you Victoria and Darren,” he said, a smile patching up on his lips, as he offered a slight nod to the two Carrington off springs before following
