Vivica’s POV
We remained in silence as the elevator descended to the ground floor.
The doors opened and he stepped out first;I simply trailed behind.
As we approached the entrance, he looked back and stretched out his hand. “You are lagging behind.”
I scurried to close the space between us and slid my hand into his. I clutched the milkshake he’d given me in the elevator against my stomach as we entered the expansive workout space, which was filled with a lot of people and varieties of machines.
My stomach churned nervously at the sight of the equipment and the people vigorously exercising .His subjects paused for a moment, nodding to acknowledge his presence before returning to their workout.
Others didn’t return to their tasks quickly, while some didn’t; they stared at us—at m
