*Vivienne*
The flashing neon bulbs, the heavy music booming from hidden speakers and the entire hyped up atmosphere were all beginning to give me a serious headache, and I was already on the verge of breaking into a full-blown panic.
Clubs.
Fuck! What the hell was I even thinking? And so what if this place is new and apparently popular with the people of Los Angeles? I wasn't a club kind of girl.
But somehow, I had allowed my employees to drag me to the club on a Monday night nonetheless. I seriously must have lost my mind.
Still on that thought, I suddenly lurched forward as my body jolted with the impact of someone bumping into me from behind. I quickly braced my hands on the table in front of me and steadied myself.
My jaw clenched as a heavy sense of deja vu descended upon me, making my body go so rigid and tight that it became a miracle I was still breathing fine.
The faint voice of someone apologizing to me slowly receded into the background while I forced myself to breathe steadily through my nose.
“Calm down, Vivi,” I muttered to myself with a shaky voice, my eyes slowly squeezing shut. “It was a stranger. You are fine. You can sit here for the next one hour like every other sane person out here without losing your fucking mind.”
As I'm still muttering this under my breath, a hand touched my shoulder and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Reacting instinctively, I jerked away from the contact and threw a wide-eyed panicked look over my shoulder.
Only to see that it was Tara.
Her eyes slowly widened and she immediately threw up her hands in surrender. “Whoa, whoa,” she said, retreating a step back. “It's me.”
My tense shoulders went lax and I slowly released the breath I was holding. “Oh, hey,” I said softly, slightly thankful that I wouldn't have to raise my voice since I was sitting in a secluded corner of the club.
Tara furrowed her brows as she looked at me and then at my tight grip on the bottled water. “You okay?”
I swallowed quickly, released the bottle and then plastered a smile on my face. “Yeah, I'm good,” I reassured her.
She cocked a brow. “You sure about that?” she inquired with a thick disbelieving tone.
I swiped my palm at the trail of sweat dotting my forehead and uncorked the cover of the bottle. “Yeah, it was just getting a little too hot in here,” I answered her with a big smile and tipping the bottle back, I quickly downed water big enough to soothe my parched throat.
Placing the bottle back on the table, I took a long breath and tried calming my nerves before it escalated into an unmanageable paranoia.
Tara sighed aloud as she folded her arms under her boobs. “Is this about Mark and his new bimbo girlfriend?”
“How did you…” I began, momentarily stunned into speechlessness.
“Know that the asshole had dumped you for a fake as fuck bimbo who he probably cheated on you with the whole time?” she scoffed. “The bitch dropped by one day at the spa and practically bragged that she was now fucking your ex- boyfriend.”
I winced. “That sounded… eventful.”
Tara rolled her eyes and dropped into the empty chair beside mine. “It was more like a disaster waiting to explode. If not for the customer that I was tending to, I would have slapped some dignity and sense into her empty skull.”
I cracked a tiny smile thoroughly aware of what Tara is capable of doing. “And you would have probably burn down my spa with her in it,” I said and it wasn't a joke.
Reaching over, Tara placed her hand on mine. “Are you really sure you're okay?” she inquired with a scrunched worried brow. “I mean you and Mark…”
My throat closed up as the incessant dull ache in my chest which I thought had disappeared with time began to throb all over again with a vengeance. I exhaled deeply and bit down hard on my lip. “I'd rather not talk about it,” I intoned with a stiff voice.
Mark Simpson, my boyfriend up until last week, had been the ever perfect boyfriend that any girl would wish for —devoted, sweet and understanding. He had been the perfect man for me until he wasn't.
Tara hummed, her head bobbing in understanding.
I closed my eyes and fervently tried to maintain my composure but all to no avail. My hands were beginning to tremble uncontrollably and I was already having a difficult time breathing well.
When was the last time I took my medication? This afternoon? But who cares. I needed my control back.
Counting to ten in my head, I abruptly stood up and grabbed my clutch bag. “Umm, I think I need to visit the restroom or something,” I announced, hoping that my movements weren't too frantic and probably hinting at the tremor overtaking my body.
Tara blinked, her eyes reflecting concern and confusion at the sudden change in my behavior. “Oh,” she whispered. “It's around that corner.” she gestured to a corner some metres away and I nodded.
“Thanks.”
“Wait, maybe I should go with you incase—”
“I'll be fine,” I bit out more forcefully than I intended and she flinched.
Fuck!
Calm the fuck down, Vivi. It's just Tara.
I briefly closed my eyes and on opening them, I said with a much softer voice, “I will be fine, Tara. Don't worry about me.”
Tara nodded wordlessly and I heaved a sigh of relief. I needed to get away from here before I ended up doing more than lashing out at my manager.
Without another word, I turned and walked towards the area she pointed out. As I stood in the middle of the pulsating crowd, the thumping bass reverberated through my chest, suffocating me in a dizzying cacophony of sound. Beads of perspiration trickled down my temples, and the air felt stifling, constricting my lungs as if it were a vice grip.
With trembling hands, I elbowed my way through the throng, stinging gazes boring into me with every passing step. The harsh, flashing lights seemed to mock my faltering resolve but I desperately clung to the hope that the restroom would offer respite from the suffocating grip of the club, a sanctuary where I could regain control over my spiraling emotions.
I stumbled through the dim corridor and then through the restroom door which beckoned like a beacon of deliverance. I pushed it open, the sudden relief of silence washing over me like a soothing balm. The pristine white tiles gleamed under the soft glow of the fluorescent lights, casting an ethereal sheen over the spacious, elegant restroom. The acrid scent of disinfectant hung in the air, mingling with the delicate hint of jasmine from the hand soap, a stark contrast to the raucous chaos just beyond the door.
The immaculate marble countertops and gleaming mirrors cast my haggard reflection back at me, a stark reminder of the turmoil that still gripped me. I steadied my quivering breaths, striving to regain control over the tumultuous tempest raging within me.
I shoved my hand into my bag and searched around inside it for the weight of my pillbox just only for me to come up with nothing.
“Fuck!” I hissed under my breath as another wave of panic swept through me. Seems like I had forgotten to retrieve it from my desk back at the office.
My gaze fell down to my hands which were now shaking very badly at this point. Fuck! I needed to leave. Now.
Snatching up my bag, I hurried to the door and yanked it open.
“You can do this, Vivi,” I whispered to myself encouragingly but the words of affirmation did nothing to quell the fear and uncertainty taking root in the pits of my stomach.
I exhaled, ducked my head and then began to walk in the direction of the back door which was much nearer to the restroom. Just as I approached my corner of escape, I bumped into someone or something and distinctly heard a lady releasing a string of curse words.
”What. The. Fuck!” the lady shrieked at the top of her lungs and I subtly winced at the piercing intensity of her voice.
“I'm so sorry,” I apologized earnestly without looking up, all the while praying the lady wouldn't raise an issue and I could be on my way.
Just as I made to resume my exit, a hand dropped on my shoulder and held me in place.
“Nuh-uh, you're not getting off that easily,” a different voice chipped in.
My fingers curled around my bag in frustration. I really didn't have the time to chit chat right now, and just as I opened my mouth to tell the ladies so…
“Enne?” Another new feminine voice called out and I froze.
Only one person has ever called me that but the last time I had seen that person was when he was confidently telling me that the reason he cheated on me was because I was just… me.
Raising my head, I squinted, trying to make out the woman in the dim lighting.
“I'm sorry but who…”
“It's actually you, isn't it,” the woman continued, then snorted. “Who would have thought that the great Vivienne Reynolds would someday be sighted in a club that she supposedly hated.”
I instinctively drew back a little at her sentence. This strange woman not only knows my name but she knew about my phobia for clubs. That certainly wasn't a good sign whatsoever.
I took another step back, my brows slightly drawing in confusion. “Who are you?” I managed to say, my eyes now fixated on the said woman.
As if on cue, the lights in the corridor came on a little brighter and I quickly made a visual note of the three women standing in front me.
My squinted gaze narrowed on the lady who called me by name. She was slender, with dark lengthy hair, pouty lips probably injected with fillers, a red extra mini dress which came to a stop metres below her ass, her eyes swathed with fake lashes and her overall loud and vain personality all helped me arrive at one conclusion.
This was my replacement.
Mark's new girlfriend.
“Wait, what?” she sputtered out in disbelief. “You don't know who I am?”
“Am I supposed to?” I cocked my head to the side trying to figure out if she's a celebrity and I didn't notice.
“ Leigh, who is she?” The lackey by her left asked.
Ah! So her name is Leigh.
Leigh's eyes darkened with something akin to frustration or was it rage. “Bullshit,” she spat. “Mark would've told you about me.”
Oh, great, she's also a chronic attention seeker. I mentally toned down the urge to push her out of my way and instead crossed my arms over my chest. “He did,” I said. “But I just don't care.”
It must have been the way I offhandedly brushed her off because almost immediately, her lips thinned into a pissed off flat line. “You didn't care that your boyfriend had been cheating on you and eventually left you for me.”
I shrugged. “I have other pressing things to attend to other than caring about a cheating ex.” I sighed, already getting tired of this chat.
Leigh stared at me for some seconds before she chuckled dryly. She took some steps forward until we were standing almost head to head. “Or maybe you were busy shoving pills down your throat to help curb your anxiety.” She then drew back with a tiny, vicious satisfied smile playing at the corner of her lips.
I visibly flinched as my stomach dropped.
No. No, Mark wouldn't have told this vixen about my struggle with severe anxiety and panic attacks but as I took a look at the cackling witch in front of me, I came to know that yeah, Mark told her.
The intense familiar feeling of crippling betrayal and disappointment began to emanate from somewhere deep inside of me and it took every strength in me not to fall to the ground in a heap.
I stumbled a step back in shock as the world around me began to blur out, a hazy fog settling over my senses.
Still not done, Leigh tsked with disdain. “Now I see why Mark cheated on you— who'd want a pathetic liability like you,” she sneered, her friends cackling like hyenas.
I opened my mouth to lash back at them but I could already feel the fight seeping away from my body. I have already ignored the panic attacks for far too long and it was already taking a toil on my system.
Finally deciding to ignore her, I shook my head as I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I staggered forward, my vision blurring, my head spinning. With a gasp, I stumbled, my legs finally giving way beneath me.
Just as I felt myself falling, a strong pair of arms caught me around the waist, preventing me from crashing to the ground.
“Whoa, whoa, easy there, sweetheart,” a fruity masculine sonorous voice boomed beside me as the arms around my waist pulled me in closer to his broad chest.
I looked up but was unable to see my savior's face due to my blurry vision.
“Hey, are you okay? You look pale.” he inquired, his voice low and soothing.
I managed a tiny nod before I dropped my head on his chest. Just then I caught a whiff of his scent which was a comforting mix of a rich, warm undertone of cedarwood and musk. I inhaled deeply, savoring every nuance of his captivating scent, and feeling an inexplicable sense of solace and security wrap around me.
“What do you girls think you are doing!” he barked out, sounding incredibly pissed. He must be referring to Leigh and her lackeys. “Who on earth bullies their fellow woman untill she passes out when it's clear she isn't feeling fine? Don't y'all have a sense of preservation or are y'all just naturally dumb.”
I winced at the hostility oozing out from every part of his body. Fuck's sake, I just needed to get out from here.
Using the last ounce of strength in me, I lifted my head and he was immediately alert, his arms tightening and supporting my weight with ease.
“What's wrong? Talk to me.” he was sounding way too worried for a stranger. My heart squeezed as a tear dribbled its way past my eyelid.
I brought my head closer to his and without any reason, I lightly brushed my lips against his.
“Help me… please,” I whispered weakly against his lips as the world around me grew fuzzy and I slowly gave in to the darkness that had been lurking at the edges of my vision.
The last thing I remembered was the feeling of someone delicately lifting me into his arms and holding me close to his chest.
At that moment, I felt like I could trust this man with everything including my life.
Then, everything went black.
*Vivienne*It either had to be the sunlight streaming in through the windows or the unshakable eerie feeling that something was wrong that woke me with a start but, as I blinked my eyes open, it slowly dawned on me why.I was lying in an unfamiliar room— a hotel room from the looks of it. For a moment, I just froze on the bed, my mind slowly going into a destructive overdrive. Fuck… no! It can't be!Squeezing my eyes shut, I subconsciously willed and prepared my body for the onslaught of nausea and the smell of drugs but when nothing of that sort happened and intense silence greeted me instead, I had to force myself back to reality.My hands bunched into fits as I slowly remembered that I was going back to the past. The past that I swore never to go back to.Peeling my eyes back open, I silently took in my surroundings— I was still disoriented and unsure of how I had ended up here. The spacious room was decorated in warm, earthy tones, with rich wood furniture and plush bedding. A l
*Vivienne*Acting impulsively, I reared back from the familiar stranger who was squatting in front of me. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized quickly, still wearing that cheeky grin. “That must have startled you.”He took a couple of steps back and away from me.“Liam Ryan Pryce?” Penny's breathy, awestruck voice came out as a wheezy sound.I swiveled my neck to look in her direction only to see Penny and Rosa frozen on the spot. Their eyes sparkling with unrestricted admiration and love as they gazed at the man in front of me.It was almost as if they were bewitched. The man then stood up, stretching to his full height and acknowledged them with a slight nod. “Ladies,” he said, his smile utterly disarming, and they gasped with delight. “Oh my God!” Rosa shrieked, her excitement evident before she slapped a hand over her mouth. “I…” she paused for a moment and then pointed to Penny and herself. “We are literally your biggest fans and we just finished watching your latest movie; Apex predat
*Liam*I pulled up to the foundation's headquarters in my sleek, black Tesla Model S, the tinted windows reflecting the morning sun. I stepped out, feeling the warm California air envelop me, and gazed up at the imposing structure. The building's grandeur never failed to impress me - a testament to our foundation's impact and influence.The Pryce Foundation Headquarters is a striking and iconic building located in the heart of downtown Los Angeles. Standing 15 stories tall, the building commands attention with its sleek, modern design and impressive scale. The exterior is clad in gleaming glass and brushed steel, creating a striking contrast against the surrounding older architecture.I stuffed my left hand into my pocket and walked towards the entrance, my footsteps echoing off the marble floors. “Good morning, Mr. Pryce,” Lexi James, my capable secretary, greeted with a bright smile. Her working tablet firmly clutched in her hand.“I have told you to stop waiting for me out here ev
*Vivienne*Here is an official statement:"Recent photos and speculation about Liam's personal life have led to unnecessary scrutiny and misinformation. We would like to set the record straight.Liam and Vivienne are simply friends who are getting to know each other. We are disappointed in the reckless and irresponsible reporting by some media outlets and individuals. We will not stand idly by as Liam's reputation is tarnished by false and malicious rumors.We promise to take legal action against anyone who continues to defame Liam's character. We will vigorously protect his rights and reputation.We appreciate the support of Liam's fans and ask that you join us in dismissing these baseless rumors.Thank you for your understanding and support.Sincerely,Emily Romanoff, Publicist for Liam"“I thought you said that night at the club was the first time you met him?” Tara murmured.My eyes narrowed on the official statement that was released by Liam's PR team this morning. “It was,” I a
*Liam*“What do you mean there's another photo of me on the—” I began with a creased forehead only to be cut off by Ryder who placed his work iPad in front of me.“Here,” he said and tapped on the screen lightly. I looked down at the screen, and my frown deepened when I saw an article and a photo of me exiting Vivienne's spa the day the scandal broke out.I had been extra careful that day to avoid the reporters but it seems I was not stealthy enough. I momentarily closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. “How big is the damage this time around?”Ryder's lips thinned and he raised his glasses higher on his nose with a fingertip. “Bigger than last time. People are now speculating that there might actually be something going on between you two,” he said.I sighed. “Sometimes, I do forget how people are quick to jump to conclusions.”Ryder picked up his iPad from my desk and took a step back. “You were at her spa minutes before the media could get there and you were captured sneaking out.”
*Vivienne*The cab pulled into the parking lot of the New Hope Memory Care Facility, a warm and welcoming, sprawling building surrounded by colorful gardens and winding paths that led to different wings.My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions. “Ma'am,” the middle aged driver called, yanking my attention away from the window and to him. “We are here.”“Oh.” I blinked, suddenly realizing I was still seated in the back seat. “So sorry about that. Here.” I passed a few dollar bills to him and got off.I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what is to come and then began walking towards the building.As I walked into the lobby, Rachel, the friendly receptionist, beamed at me. “Hi, Vivi. How are you doing?”I managed a small smile of my own. “I'm good and you?”“I'm fine,” she answered. “Here to see your mother, I assume?”I nodded and Rachel handed me a visitor's badge. “Just need to scan your temperature real quick and then you
*Liam*“Are you sure you're okay, Liam?” Ryder asked with worry in his voice for the tenth time this afternoon as we approached the elevator.I sighed and watched as he retrieved his access card from his pocket and held it up to the card reader mounted next to the elevator buttons.The reader let out a small beep, and the elevator doors slid open with a gentle hum. We both stepped inside the confined space, the air feeling a little bit stale and recycled. I took the card from him and held it up again against the small card reader built into the control panel and then pressed the button for the top floor on the west wing. “I already told you, Ryder,” I drawled with a small smile. “I'm fine.” The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime and then began it's ascent, which was accompanied by the low, rumbling sound that filled the air. “Like hell you are,” he scoffed beside me.I threw him a side glance. “Don't you think you are overreacting—”“Overreacting?” he snapped, snatching th
*Vivienne*It definitely had to be the incessant distant voices, and the gut wrenching pain that slowly drew me out of the darkness. I groggily peeled my eyes open as a dull ache crept over my body like a stealthy assassin. My head throbbed, a steady pounding that coursed through the entire length of my body. Each pound felt like tiny explosions that sent shockwaves of pain through my skull.I briefly closed my eyes against the harsh, bright light in the room that I was in. The light did nothing to lessen the throbbing pain in my head. The voices continued while I lay there, immobile on the bed, silently biding my time. Upon counting to ten in my head, I opened my eyes, already prepared for the light. I heaved a small sigh of relief when I realized the room was not as bright as I thought. I blinked trying to adjust my eyesight and as my vision slowly cleared, I found myself taking in the sterile white walls and the minor blend of soft, muted colors. The faint scent of antiseptic a
*Vivienne*“No,” he said, cutting me off. “You are actually the first woman I'm doing this for.”I felt a squeeze in my heart at his words and I slowly threw my head to the side, unable to look him in the eye. The cleaning movement at my lower body subsided and then stopped altogether. I felt him reaching for my face even before his cold hands grasped my chin and turned my head back to him. “Why? You don't believe me?” he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”How did he even manage to pick up on that?Embarrassed at being caught at m
*Vivienne*Remember when I said we were far from being done tonight? Yup… turns out I couldn't have been more right. Cause tell me why almost an hour later, we are still going at it like some dog in heat. And hey, it's not that I'm complaining or anything but if this man doesn't stop pounding my pussy any minute from now, I might actually pass out from excessive stimulation and pleasure. It was as if he was determined to make sure that I indeed pass out. “F—fuck, Liam,” I moaned as I felt his cock leaving my pussy. The bedsheets were clenched tightly in my hands, my teeth digging into my lower lip and almost drawing blood. I could feel him everywhere— my breasts, stomach, between my thighs and deep in my pussy. His taste was in my mouth. His scent was in my nostrils. His breathing, as rough and ragged as mine, resonated in my ears. I was so intimately aware of him. He thrusts back into my pussy at his languid pace and I could feel myself combusting at his fingertips. The smell
*Vivienne*Everything had happened at the speed of light that it almost gave me whiplash. From trying to push Liam away, to bickering away like some lovers and then it somehow wants to end with me naked and writhing underneath him. Everything had been going so well, Liam sure does know his way around a woman's body. He knows exactly what to do or touch to make you come undone. At least that was until he brushed his fingers across my scar and I had tensed. It's actually kind of crazy how I had almost forgotten that it was there in the first place. “Just pretend it's not there,” I blurted out, feeling desperate to take his attention away from there. I knew that Liam had seen me undressed before and he had also seen the ugly looking scar but it still doesn't erase the fact that I was afraid that he might find it upsetting or off-putting.The scar wasn't exactly what you would call a neat work. Back then, I was too busy trying to cut down on money that the hospital meant nothing to m
*Liam*Wanting to take my time and savor her this time, I molded my mouth to hers, exploring the soft, sensual curves of her lips. She trembled beneath me in response. Scooping an arm around her waist, I drew her even more closer and relished the melting warmth that rushed between us. I groaned deeply in my throat, my hand sliding up the side of her face before it latched onto her throat while my other other hand found its way to her lush butt. I grabbed a cheek, my fingertips digging into the lush softness. God, this ass was going to be my weakness. It was shapely and was just enough for me to dig my fingers into… just the way I like 'em.She let out a low moan of pleasure as I parted her lips with my tongue and delved inside, ravishing her mouth and staking my claim. Passion and need fused as one and created a sharp, splintering ache in his loins, making my cock harden. I traced my tongue over her lips and licked the inner seam, she shivered, mindlessly rocking her hips against
*Liam*“Do you want me to? Do you really want me to leave you alone, Angel eyes?” I asked her, my eyes darting across her face in search of the answer. Vivienne stared at me, a certain look of sadness creeping into her eyes before it disappeared. She averted her eyes and quickly stood up making me take a step back. “Yes,” she muttered. My fists clenched by my sides. “Look at me in the eyes and say it, Angel eyes,” I demanded as I breached the gap between us, getting into her personal space. I was done having her push me away for no reason. As I stared down at her, I could see her pulse beating wildly in the small hollow of her neck but yet she refused looking at me. In desperation, I grabbed her arm and drew her even closer to my body. “Answer me, Angel eyes.”She twisted her arm in my hold. “Get your hands off me, Liam,” she muttered. I tightened them instead. “Answer me, Angel eyes,” I said. Huffing out one deep breath, she finally yanked out her arm and fell a step back. She
*Liam*“Yoo, Pryce! Where the fuck are you?” Ryder's voice thundered, the car speakers resounding with his voice. “I told you where I was going, didn't I?” I answered with my eyes fixed on the road before me. I then pressed a button on the steering wheel to reduce the volume of the speakers. “No! I don't actually mean where,” he said, backtracking a little bit. “Why the fuck did you take the car without the driver?”With a small turn of my wrists on the steering wheel, I navigated a curve and turned onto the highway. “He was wasting my time, man,” I muttered. There was a brief moment of silence where Ryder breathed in deeply and that was when I knew that his tolerance range for me today was perhaps not that high. “But. That. Doesn't. Mean. You. Had. Drive. By. Yourself,” he gritted out, punctuating each word. I lifted my shoulders in a slight shrug even though he couldn't see me. “I think I can manage driving to the hotel without fainting.”“And that's the fucking point!” he expl
*Liam*I am standing in front of the windows in my office, overlooking the city below. It has been three days since I returned to Los Angeles and a week since I had seen her. My heart began to ache again as it has always done for the past few days whenever I think of her. Sighing deeply, I rubbed a hand over the spot but it continued to throb even more persistently.It almost felt like we have been separated for a lifetime and not just some few days. Each breath I took was laced with the memory of her laughter— the ones I'd shared with her. More than once in a day, I would recall the way her eyes genuinely sparked when she was happy, or the way the tip of her nose wrinkled when she was honestly annoyed with me or even how her left eye twitches whenever she was lying. It even reached a point where every corner of the house held fragments of her presence so much that I had to relocate to another room.And just when I thought it wouldn't get any worse, she proceeded to hunt me in my
*Vivienne*My heart plummeted. The world around me faded into a blur; the lazy conversation of both my employees and the customers , the distant hum of traffic down the street—all drowned out by the pounding of my pulse in my ears.“No… no, do…don't tell me,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “Oh yes, I did,” he replied, the glee in his tone sending chills down my spine. “It wasn't an easy feat by the way, I had to spend tons of hours drafting my plan. But then, after that, everything else was just easy peasy.”A wave of nausea washed over me, making me feel light headed. I felt myself going weak at the knees which then prompted me to lean against the table, my hands found its way up my neck as it closed up making it hard for me to breath. “Should I tell you what happened?” he continued, his voice thick and low with amusement. “Of course I should, it's your mother we are talking about here.”He was enjoying this. That sick bastard was enjoying this.“Like I said earlier, it wasn't a
*Vivienne*My brows met together in a deep frown. “What?”Mrs. Pryce glanced at me. “He didn't tell you, did he?” he whispered in a small voice. “Typical.”What the hell was this woman saying?Clause?Relationship?I shook my head. “No, I mean, why are you so sure that Liam and I are in a relationship?”Sure, we have indulged in a hardcore foreplay and make out session but that doesn't mean we were in a relationship… right?Mrs. Pryce glanced at me, amusement glinting in her eyes. “You are so naive, Ms. Reynolds, and it's not even a cute look on you,” she said. “Relationships don't usually entail that you have to put a label on whatever you guys are doing. The tabloids and newspapers are living proof that you guys are living together and possibly fucking each other's brains out. That's the only conviction that the board of directors and shareholders would see and hold.”I frowned, my mind snagging on one thing she's said. “Tabloids and newspapers? I don't remember any articles—”“That