JULIAN'S POV
I knew that Vivian didn't want to f*cking be here. H*ll, I didn't want to either, but I tried to make it good. I had a plan set in motion, but she wouldn't know about it. Call it a f*cking surprise. Even if she was forced to go with me, it didn't mean that she couldn't f*cking have some fun. Sh*t, all I wanted to do was lay around with her too, but business was f*cking business.
At least we were going to godd*mn Marseille, France. Although Paris was probably more up her alley for what she was expecting from me. Even though all the provinces were individually gorgeous. I'd have to take her there one day, whenever that would be d*mn possible. It wasn't like I had time to just f*ck around.
I sighed and sat on the plane, watching Vivian read a novel with a glass of Pinot Noir i
