As Christopher was smirking into his drink, swirling the red liquid lazily, looking like he hadn’t just turned her into his personal little plaything.
Vivian forced herself to breathe, her pulse hammering in her throat.
Margaret blinked. “Sweetheart? You were saying?”
FUCK. f**k. f**k.
Vivian swallowed hard, her nails digging into her palm, forcing her voice to sound as even as possible.
“uh, I-it’s been amazing! I’ve been learning a lot and, um…”
Another pulse.
Vivian’s knees jerked under the table.
Her breath hitched sharply, but she bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to push through it.
Christopher’s fingers on her thigh tightened just slightly, his warmth seeping through her skin, his entire presence radiating control.
She hated him.
She f*****g hated him
“and, um
