Vivian feels her heart had turned into stone until she met Leslie Luthor. The circumstances surrounding their meeting will either draw her towards him or help solidify her already frozen heart. Leslie feels he is walking on clouds since he met Vivian, he is yet to see her baggage and the people behind it.
As she tiptoed to pick her black skirt, Vivian paused to sneak a peek at the well shaped ass she had grabbed few minutes ago. He was lying on his stomach and Vivian enjoyed the view she was getting. She tucked her now rumpled purple satin top into her skirt. She didn't want to walk pass the reception area of the Howard Hotel looking messy. She sighted her wristwatch by the bedside. Again, she tiptoed, Vivian wasn't one to enjoy the awkward good mornings after a steamy night with a stranger. Leslie wasn't really a stranger. He was just a new investor at her company.
She was done now and was a few inches to the door when she heard his deep velvety voice. "Is this supposed to be a hit and run".
Vivian turned to find Leslie lying face up and his head was not the only part of him that was up. Vivian had to drag her eyes away from his now erect rod, "I think you are misusing the word hit and run. it's usually for motorists", Vivian said her eyes now fixed on his. "After what just happened I would call you a well serviced Benz", Vivian just shook her head, this reminded her of why she snuck out after the deed was done, the awkward small talk after a night of steamy sex was never her thing.
"I haven't had the pleasure of riding a Mercedes, so I can't tell what a well serviced one would be like..." , "take it from my lips and the other Leslie", as he said that he slid his fingers down to it and held it at the head, "we really enjoyed the ride". Leslie was a 6 feet and 3 inches, Vivian guessed he was in his mid forties, his dark olive skin made his muscles and abs look so good. Her sister's upcoming engagement party had had her all tied up and Mr Leslie Luthor had been the perfect distraction.
Vivian dipped into her tool box to find her tried and trusted line. "I just didn't want to wake you... I have to rush home and feed my neighbour's parrot, it gets really noisy when he is not fed. I am looking after him for the weekend, my neighbour is out of town. Since you have my number just call me", and Vivian was out the door. Leslie had just experienced a whirlwind, he had felt her move around in the room. He had to frame up something to tell her, "hit and run" he said to himself, what a stupid thing to say Leslie thought as made his way to the bathroom.
Moments later, Vivian looked at herself one last time. It was going to be an exhausting afternoon. Her twin sister was coming in from London
with her fiancé, being her twin her mother always pitted them against themselves. If Victoria got something her mother expected even more from her. she was always the family screw-up. Vivian looked at her reflection in the mirror, her periwinkle blue silk wrap midi dress accentuated her curves, her raven black hair was piled up in a messy updo. She knew how much Kendra Moore hated messy hair, her mom hated anything messy. Every thing had to be perfect and well aligned, she was always the messy one. Victoria was the prim and prom twin. As she stepped out of her apartment , Vivian knew it was going to be long and emotionally draining lunch. When she drove in through the driveway she knew her mom had cleaned every inch of the place. Vivian couldn't tell
if her mother had a obsessive compulsive disorder or she couldn't move past what happened.
Nobody had suggested therapy to Kendra, everyone just avoided talking what happened.
It was a terrible experience for the whole family and she knew the sight of her served as a constant reminder, a very painful reminder.
Vivian must have sat at her car for about three minutes, she just couldn't bring herself to step down from the car and walk into her parent's home. Being around Kendra her mother was so difficult. Just as she was about to alight from the car, a email notification buzzed. Vivian was torn between disappointing her mother one last time and taking a peak at the email. She knew opening that email would change her plans and she was right.
"Treat as urgent and important", the email read. Vivian turned on the ignition, reversed and drove out. She would rather fill a basket with sand than spend more time than necessary with Regina, her mother. As she was hurrying to the elevator she caught her reflection on the elevator door. She had dressed to impress, Vivian didn't want to meet Veronica's soon to be husband looking like a hot mess. The tendrils from her updo teased her nape showcasing her oval face and beautiful neck . The periwinkle blue slik gown only teased at her sensational figure. It was a midi gown that showed the right amount of legs. Her well shaped legs were manicured and showcased in here Christian Loubiton silver strappy heels. She had a red lip and bluey, smokey eyes. As Vivian strode to the MD's office, she was totally unaware of how ravishing she looked.
"Vivian hold up, hold up," a voice she recognised to be Susan's called out from behind her. she turned to see Susan beckon on her from the break room. Vivian figured the MD could wait for a few minutes. Susan had been her confidant at Reginald and Sons. As the Personal Assistant to the Managing Director she had understood what working under pressure meant.
She had witnessed the company expand from a logistics company to include a transport company. The pressure sometimes has been overwhelming for Vivian but the pay has been rewarding. Reginald Jnr the Managing Director, is an intelligent business man but Reginald Snr was simply cut from a different cloth. He was unscrupulous and very calculating. The two have always been at loggerheads but that has not affected the running of the company so far.
"Vivian , you need to sit down for this", Susan said immediately Vivian walked into the room. She was all sweaty and clearly agitated.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
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