POV: Vivian | Timeline: Tuesday night
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Tuesday night became a spiral of paranoia and arousal. I lay in bed, sweat-damp sheets twisted around my legs, replaying every interaction with Sir over the past six months.
He knew my schedule. My meeting times. He knew I'd clenched my thighs during the presentation. He knew I'd thought about Alexander while touching myself.
And he said he'd see me tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Like he knew where I worked. Like he'd be there. Like he walked the same halls I did.
I grabbed my phone. Scrolled through our message history. Six months of conversations. Hundreds of exchanges. Commands. Praise. Confessions I'd never shared with anyone else.
What had I told him?
I mentioned a demanding boss. High-pressure job. Long hours. Cor
