The Mistress's Envy

VIVIENNE

I sat on the expensive Italian leather sofa and glared at Damian. He stood close to the foyer of his lavish penthouse, his broad shoulders relaxed, drawing smoke from the cigarette trapped between his lips. He looked like a man who owned the world and did not have a single care in it. The casual arrogance in his posture made my blood boil, yet it was the very thing that kept me addicted