Violence

Viviana's POV

"You want a drink?" he asked, and before I could tell him no, he turned to the bartender and ordered one for me anyway.

I glared at him. "No, thanks, I don't," I replied, turning to the bartender and asking for a simple water instead.

Honestly, all that constant sitting had made my muscles stiff. What I really wanted right then was to go home and lie down, not entertain a jerk lik