Lennox’s POV
Levi’s smirk didn’t falter, but the glint in his eyes sharpened. "I’m saying..." he drawled, stepping further into the room, "...that maybe your anger wasn’t about what she did. Maybe it was about you needing an excuse to pull her into bed and stake your claim again."
Louis’ gaze flicked between us, his mouth set in a tight line, but he stayed silent. Olivia shifted in my lap, clearly uncomfortable, but I kept my arm locked around her waist, holding her exactly where she was.
"Careful," I said, my voice low but pissed. "You’re getting me annoyed, Levi."
He took another step, stopping just at the edge of the bed. "Am I? Because from where I’m standing, I see you sitting there all smug, like you’ve just marked your territory... and maybe you think that’s enough to keep her." His eyes slid to Olivia briefly, then back to me. "But you forget—she’s not just yours."
The words hit like a spark to gasoline.
Olivia turned her head slightly toward him. "Levi—"
"No," I cut in, my tone sharp enough to make both of them stop. My grip on her tightened as I locked eyes with him. "You don’t get to stand here and imply anything about what we have. You don’t get to cheapen this into some ’apology sex.’"
Levi’s smirk faded into something more guarded, but he didn’t back down. "Then prove it. Not with words, Lennox. With actions that go beyond your bed."
The air between us was electric, the tension so thick I could feel Olivia’s heartbeat through her back. Louis finally exhaled, stepping between us. "Enough. This isn’t the time or the place."
But I didn’t break eye contact with Levi. Slowly, I pulled Olivia out of my arms, rose from the bed, tugged on my pants, and closed the space between us.
As I held his angry gaze, I decided to speak to him through the mind link. "What is this all about?" I asked as calmly as I could, despite the raging storm bubbling inside me.
Levi’s frown deepened, and instead of responding to me through the mind link so Olivia wouldn’t get to know what we were saying, he decided to speak it out. "The actual fuck is that you should already know Olivia belongs to the three of us... not only you."
My frown deepened. "And when have I ever said she belongs to me alone?"
Levi’s laugh was humorless, his jaw tight. "You might not say it out loud, but every damn thing you do screams it. The way you hold her like she’s yours alone. The way you cut us out, making decisions for her without us. Hell, you don’t even give her the space to look at us the same way she looks at you."
My fists clenched at my sides. "You think I’m keeping her from you?"
"I don’t think, Lennox—I know." His voice rose a bit, his stare hardening. "You’ve always been the selfish one. You take first, you take most, and you damn well make sure you leave scraps for the rest of us."
Levi didn’t stop. "Maybe you’re afraid, huh? Afraid that if she ever truly saw us without you hovering like some overprotective guard dog, she’d realize she doesn’t need you as much as you think."
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