“Come in, Vivian,” Marcus stated in an icy tone, his eyebrows raised as he watched her stand still in the doorway. “I don’t bite,” he quipped,
The atmosphere in the bedroom was still, Vivian was still frozen in place, her eyes widened and her hands full with the briefcases. Fury and fear flashed through her eyes as she locked eyes with Marcus.
Marcus stood in the middle of her room. His tall, looming figure was still, his eyes were narrowed, he had a smirk on his lips as he saw Vivian’s flabbergasted expression.
Why is he in my room? She thought, anger building up within her. This is my room, not his.
“What… what are you doing here?” She muttered, finally pushing aside her shock and confronting the smiling mafia boss. “And how did you get into my room?”
Marcus chuckled, “This is st
