JULIAN'S POV
I slammed the mother*cking hotel room door shut and tossed my keycard onto a table. I ran my hands along my suit coat and shrugged it off from my shoulders. If she wanted to be a god*mn brat, I'd treat her like one. I tossed my suit coat over an upholstered chair and removed my cufflinks to roll up each of the sleeves of the navy button-down I was wearing.
I scanned the hotel room, looking for any sign for where Vivian was. A trail of clothing led towards the bathroom, and I smirked with interest. I followed the trail, picking up each bl*sted item of clothing and hearing the water from the bathtub trickle the closer I got. If she thought she was safe from me, she was f*cking mistaken.
I stood in the bathroom, leaning against the doorway with her clothing bunched in my hand.
