“Sir, you called me,” Vivian muttered, her voice barely a whisper, each word laced with a hope that he would simply dismiss her. Her throat was dry, her palms clammy as she waited for his response.
Christopher tilted his head, his sharp blue eyes studying her like a predator sizing up its prey. He leaned back slightly, his powerful frame exuding authority as his lips curved into a smirk—a dangerous, knowing smirk.
“Did you just call me sir and not daddy, huh, kitten?” His tone was low and mocking, a tease wrapped in a layer of deliberate provocation.
Vivian’s breath caught in her throat. Her head jerked up in shock for a split second, meeting his piercing gaze before she quickly looked away again, her cheeks burning furiously.
Her fingers fumbled more frantically now, her mind spirali
