*Vivienne*
It has just been three days since I woke up.
Three f*****g days and I was already prepared to deck someone.
My eyes narrowed on the said someone who just sat comfortably on the sofa, lazily thumbing through a magazine.
He was dressed in another impeccable suit with a navy blue shirt. His jet black hair looked soft, tousled in that stylish way that emphasizes his eyes and screams ‘rich guy who doesn't give a s**t about haircuts’.
If not that he was already an actor, I would have suggested he ventured into the industry.
I gritted my teeth, the soft tone of a song that he was humming under his breath inevitably getting on my nerves.
“What the hell are you even doing here?” I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer.
The humming stopped, the magazine was lowered to
