Chapter 40: The Trap
At Ashvale Highlands,
Well, the night was still young. Vivienne was bored out of her mind in the farmhouse after spending the entire day doing nothing. So she got ready, looking sultry, and hit the only club in the region.
The club had a fusion of vintage charm and contemporary vibes. She was two glasses down, soaking in the attention from men of all ages. She flirted freely with those who approached her.
It wasn’t new to her. She found it relaxing and felt seen. Something Damien never gave her.
Just as she finished another drink, a new glass appeared beside her. A sparkling golden drink failed to grab her attention when she looked at the expensive wristwatch first. Then followed the arm up to a chiselled face and a sexy smile. The man stood under the flickering lights with all the calm confidence.
"You need a stronger one than that, baby girl," his deep voice didn’t miss a beat even through the music.
Vivienne couldn’t ignore the tailored suit, the perfect grooming, and that irresistible voice.
"Really?" She purred, "And what else do I need?"
The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing his veiny, muscular forearms.
Vivienne felt her mouth go dry at the sight. Her eyes travelled up again, admiring his body, his broad strong shoulders, his height and flawless hair.
She took a sip of the drink he offered to soothe her dry throat. Not even once considering whether it was spiked.