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Chapter 22
Vivienne
There’s a pit in my stomach from the moment I wake up.
A part of me doesn’t want to have to do this but… David has forced my hand. I’m Vivienne Fucking Taylor, and no man is allowed to make an ass out of me like that. Even if he’s a King.
I continue to go over the details, trying to figure out what went wrong as I start to get ready. It all started when I thought that I could change him. I’m the best of the fucking best...but David?
Not even Mother Theresa would be able to make David bend the knee and fall in line.
After dealing with David, even the Pope would risk eternal damnation just for the chance to strangle him.
I deserve a fucking raise.
Just you wait, as soon as I get back to New York, I’m demanding a raise, and I’m going to spend that money on booze so that I can drown out every memory of him.
As I get dressed for the morning and psyche myself up for this day ahead, it almost feels as though I’m getting ready for yet another battle. I’ll need to pick out my best armor and find something that’s going to protect me better than before.
Not that David will even be there—his schedule is fully booked for today.
But when he watches the security footage to catch one last glimpse of me, I want him to see me at my best.
So that he truly knows what exactly he’s given up on.
In the end, I decide to wear black. It’s fitting in more ways than one. The pencil skirt hugs my ass, and I know he’ll remember my lace panties. My white blouse is purposely unbuttoned and slightly translucent to show off my black lacy bra.
And after all, no outfit is complete without a pair of Louboutins, right?
With my letter in my handbag, I head to David’s manor. As the crest comes into sight, I see the remnants of last night’s party being ushered out by Charles. Blondes in bikinis and barely-there cover-ups spill out into taxis, like rats jumping from a sinking ship.
But I know they’ll be back again tonight.
After all, this is David we’re talking about.
I push past a pair of men as they collapse into an Uber and knock on the door. I look up into the security camera, giving the whole house my best ‘Fuck you’ glare.
But as the door swings open, it’s like I’ve been slapped in the face.
Have you ever been completely caught off guard? Because right now, I might as well have been back in that coat closet, with the King’s tongue circling my clit.
“What are you doing here?”
David swings the door open with reckless abandon, revealing his shirtless torso and untamed bed head. He rubs sleep from the corner of his eyes before he slowly begins to realize who I am.
“Vivienne…”
He whispers my name as I stare at him in shock and horror. But I quickly regain my composure, tensing my jaw and pushing past him into the foyer.
“You’re supposed to be out.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t feel like it.”
“Why not?” I snap. “Too hungover?”
“Perhaps there were some things that I didn’t feel like facing alone.”
“Oh, you poor thing. I’m sure one of those blondes I saw on the drive way would have been happy to stick around.”
