DAMIAN POV.
“Hi, babe,” Vivian waved at me as she scrolled in with her two friends. She pulled me into a hug and kissed me.
“Where were you last night?” I asked.
“I was home.” She smiled sweetly, pressing her cheek against my chest as if that would smother the truth. I knew she was lying. I had gone to her house last night, her car wasn’t there, and her maid had said she wasn’t either.
“Are you sure?” I pressed.
“Of course.” Her response was quick, too quick.
“I stopped by. You weren’t there,” I said flatly. Her smile faltered, just for a moment, before she covered it with a clumsy excuse.
“Oh… I told my maid not to let anyone in. I was exhausted and didn’t want to be disturbed,” she stammered, glancing up at me with that practiced innocence.
Her story didn’t hold water, and we bo
