Vivienne's POV
The next day, I wanted to send a picture of a flower pot I saw along the staircase to my friend when I bumped into Alexander coming from the opposite direction. I tried to ignore him, but he didn’t give me the chance.
“I think we need to talk,” he said loudly.
“About what?” I turned towards him, confused.
“About last night.”
“What about last night?” I tried to act clueless.
“Don’t do that with me, Vivienne. We both know what you saw.” He moved closer.
“I really didn’t see anything. I was just taking a stroll around and that’s all,” I replied.
“Are you sure you didn’t see anything?”
“Yes, I didn’t. You can do anything you want, Alex. It’s your house, and the ladies can definitely come in anytime they want,” I replied without filtering my words.
“You see…” He paused,
