Vivian pov.
Dominic Blackwood shot a cold glance at Marvis Style, his eyes sharp like a knife.
Marvis was used to it by now. "Dominic, if you still like her, then go after her. When a woman keeps talking about divorce, she just wants a man to focus on her."
Anger surged in Dominic's chest. Women were as elusive as needles in the ocean; I used to be all about him, and now I was with James Scott.
Did I think he would still want me?
He replied icily, "I'd rather choose to like a dog than Vivian Carter."
At least a dog would be more obedient. He hated trouble, but I had been pushing his buttons time and again lately.
I had turned back halfway, realizing I had left the backup of my bid proposal in Marvis's office. As I rounded the corner, I overheard Dominic’s words.
Even though I had a
