Vivienne’s POV
I exhaled sharply, already feeling drained from whatever conversation Alexander was about to pull me into. I had a long day and the last thing I wanted was another one of his intense confrontations.
“I’m not sitting.” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. “Just go straight to the point so I can go up to my room and rest.”
His expression hardened instantly, a flicker of something dark flashing across his eyes. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might let it go.
But then his voice came very sharp. “So because you now have some men dropping you off, you think you can walk around this place and talk to me anyhow?”
I frowned, confused and irritated all at once. “That isn’t—”
Before I could even finish my sentence, he was up. One second, he was sitting on
