Roman
The weekend getaway started with us driving out to the private estate by the lake, and as I gripped the wheel of the sleek black car, I glanced over at Vivienne, her hair catching the sunlight streaming through the window.
I had planned this trip right after our morning of honest talks because I wanted to show her that our connection came first above everything else in my busy world of deals and boardrooms.
She reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, squeezing gently as the city gave way to open roads lined with trees.
"I still can't believe how good it feels to have cleared the air about Elena," she said, her voice carrying that mix of relief and affection that always pulled me in deeper.
I nodded and covered her hand with mine, keeping my eyes on the road while my th
