Closing the Distance

Vivienne’s POV

Valentin tilted his head, one brow raised at my statement. “So you’re fine with someone else running your household?”

“It’s not my household,” I huffed. “It’s your fortress of overcompensation. I just live here. Like a hostage. Or a guest. Or a hostage-guest hybrid.”

He smirked again, and I almost threw a throw pillow at him. “You’re saying you trust Martha to make decisions for you