POV: Vivian | Timeline: Wednesday night
Midnight.
I knelt in my bedroom, wearing red silk—a negligee I'd bought months ago because Sir said the color would look beautiful against my skin. He was right. He was always right.
The laptop was open on my bed. The camera light blinked red. He was watching.
His face was shadow and suggestion, as always. Just the outline of a jaw. The curve of a mouth. But tonight I searched the darkness for clues. The shape of his shoulders. The way he held himself.
"You look beautiful, Velvet." His voice poured through my earpiece like honey. "Red suits you. It makes you look like fire given form."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Are you ready to scene?"
"No." The word came out stronger than I expected. "I need to talk first. I need answers."
A pause. "About?"
"Abou
