VIVIAN’S POV.
“Hello,” came the familiar voice of my old friend over the phone. “You haven’t called in a while.”
“I have been busy,” I replied, swirling the champagne glass in my hand before taking a sip.
“Everything alright? You don’t usually call unless… Wait, are you in trouble?”
“I need you to handle someone for me,” I said, cutting straight to the point.
The voice on the other end chuckled. “I’m at your service, as always. Consider it done.”
I gave precise instructions, ended the call, and set the phone down on the table. With a sigh, I turned toward the mirror, studying my reflection. My black lace lingerie peeked seductively through the sheer fabric of my nightgown. Damian had been distant lately, and I could no longer tolerate being ignored. It was unacceptable.
I reached fo
