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Chapter 18
Vivienne
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The hot, brown water spills over my desk, soaking everything in its path. So much for having a relaxing cup of tea before bed.
I pick up the ruined remnants, trying to recover what I can, and throw them on the floor.
“Ughhh!” I yell out in frustration and fall back into my chair.
Today has been hell, to say the least. Not only have I been running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, but David’s been acting fucking strange. He basically recoiled at my touch earlier when he’s usually begging for it.
He can’t keep his hands off me when we’re together, regardless of where we’re at. The luncheon, the interview…you name it, he finds a way to make me squirm.
Chills run down my spine just thinking about it…hmmm.
But today was different. He hardly even stood by me. And when he did, he was distant.
The only thing he gave me today was a damn lecture. Yes, he was lecturing me, the one who’s supposed to be making the rules and determining what he does and doesn’t do.
I might’ve let myself run a little wild with the wedding plans, but do you blame me? Who wouldn’t go crazy planning a royal wedding? It’s stressful, seeing as I’m making it up as I go, but I’m also trying to have fun.
Again, why not? May as well make the best out of a fucked-up situation.
I look at my watch. 12:30. Fuck, I should probably call it a night.
I doubt I’ll be able to sleep, though; there’s too much to do and way too much to think about.
So…I settle for work. Maybe this will exhaust me so that I’ll just pass out.
What seems like minutes later—despite it being two hours—I feel my phone vibrate.
Who is calling me at 2:30 in the morning?
Instinctively, my stomach drops. Nothing good ever happens past two—well, really, midnight.
It’s a Google alert with the headline—Where’s Vivienne? King David seems to be back to his ways, partying and shagging women. Is the wedding still on?
Fuckkkk! What the fuck is happening?
I feel bile creep up my throat, and I reach for the trash can with all intentions of throwing everything up.
What is he doing?
Why would he do this to me?
I swipe the alert, and it directs me to the tabloid story with a few pictures included. And, like a sore thumb, I make him out immediately, with a fucking drink in one hand and a blonde with big tits in the other. There’s a crowd of people around him, but its dark wherever he’s at, so I can’t see who they all are.
I’m fucking furious.
I knew something was off with him today, but I didn’t think whatever it was would make him do this and sabotage our whole damn plan.
And just like the headline asks, I wonder, too: where the fuck am I? I should’ve known what he was going to do and stop this from happening. Now, I look like a damn idiot.
I slam my phone on the desk and stalk out of my office towards his bedroom. I need to make sure my eyes aren’t fucking with me, and he really isn’t here.
The door creaks as I open it. “David?”
Nothing.
