I laughed bitterly. So that's what I am to him. A delivery girl.
Alex walked me downstairs, then insisted on coming up to sit for a while.
"Vivienne, I miss you so much."
The moment he stepped inside, his arms wrapped around me from behind.
His lips found my neck. My stomach turned.
His kisses trailed lower—he loved it when I was compliant.
I shoved him off hard. "You're disgusting."
He froze, then smiled like I was being cute. Throwing a tantrum.
He stroked my hair, gazing down at me. "Relax. Whatever I give you will be better than what Mia gets."
He pulled a red gift box from his bag.
A necklace. The limited-edition one I'd stumbled across online months ago.
I'd mentioned offhand that I loved it. He'd smiled and tapped my nose. "If my Vivienne wants it, I'll get it for her."
He set the box on the coffee table and reached for my clothes.
The kiss marks on my waist flashed through my mind. I twisted out of his grip.
Impatience flickered across his face. "What do you want from me?"
When I didn't answer, he tossed my shirt on the floor and headed for the bathroom.
"Never know what's good for you," he muttered.
I stared at the necklace and laughed bitterly.