LEONARDO

“Then explain, father, why you’re hard.”

I looked down at my dick like this was news–which it was–and scowled at it as it disgusted me. I adjusted my pants and looked back at Alexander, clearing my throat. “That is just a physical reaction. It’s normal.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, a stupid smirk on his face. “So you can't control your erections?”

I rolled my eyes. “Be a bastard all you want, but we both know the dick has a mind of its own.”

He scoffed, which made me even more irritated. “Sure.”

Just then, Isabella moaned, drawing my attention back to her. Her back was facing me, and...