Vivian
Two hours.
That’s how long I had sat in the room, staring outside from the window.
Waiting. I hated waiting.
The wind had turned into a biting freeze.
I knew the truth.
He wasn’t coming.
He meant it when he told me not to wait.
But I had played the w***e. I had been stubborn. I had left the door unlocked, laid myself out like a banquet and yet, he had rejected the invitation.
"Stupid." I whispered to myself. "You are so stupid, Vivian."
Then I finally stood up. My knees felt stiff.
I felt like the desperate housewife Julian always treated me as… waiting for a man who had better things to do than save someone’s wife.
I was just a game to Damien. And now that he had won the mental game on the roof, he didn't need the physical trophy.
I walked to the window and my hand
