Percival's lips curled into a smile, his eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky.
The divine beauty of Vivienne's face, akin to a masterpiece carved by the gods themselves, made even someone like her—who prided herself on being no stranger to handsome men and beautiful women—pause in sheer admiration.
She belonged to him, and the fierce surge of possessiveness that rose from the depths of her heart quickly spread to her eyes.
Unabashed by her desire, Vivienne discarded her drenched dress. Her pale arms wrapped around Percival's neck. "What's so funny?" she asked, her voice sultry.
Percival's gaze flickered. "I've already shared my thoughts," he said. "Now's not the time, so we have to... postpone ‘it’ a bit longer."
Vivienne rolled her eyes internally. Who was really being put out here?
"You're not worried about Kaitlyn?" Percival asked just before their lips met, voicing the final question of the night.
Before Vivienne could respond, the sound of labored breaths filled the steamy bathroom, spreading throughout.
As her mind hazed over, she thought she heard her phone ring. But then she was pulled into a sea of desire by Percival, all thoughts forgotten.
...
At the Hawthorn residence, the clock struck midnight.
Dorian sat up in bed, sleep nowhere in sight. His gaze then shifted to the emails on his laptop, feeling as if a boulder weighed heavy on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
[By tomorrow, I want to see that Hawthorn Group has terminated the endorsement deal with Kala.]
He had been on edge for days, and those few words made his heart tremble once again.
He opened and closed Vivienne's contact on his phone, looking years older all of a sudden.
The once gentle and resilient eyes were now filled with weariness.
After a while, a long sigh echoed through the empty room.
What was he supposed to do now?
The next day.
Vivienne and Percival were determined not to follow the path laid out for them, which suddenly left them with plenty of time.
Seizing the opportunity, they decided to visit the Hawthorn residence with Leopold in tow.
"Seriously, Percival, with all the cars in your garage, do I really have to play chauffeur?" Leopold complained as he followed Vivienne into the house. He'd been up late with Griffin the night before and had barely hit the pillow when Vivienne's call came through.
He didn't dare ignore Vivienne's orders. Before he knew it, he was waiting in his car beneath the couple's apartment building.
Percival was unrepentant. "Got a problem with that?"
"Nope, no problem at all," Leopold replied, shaking his head like a tambourine. "Besides, I've got nothing else going on except for hanging out with Griffin lately."
Percival stopped in his tracks and glanced back at him. "What? You're on suspension?"
"No way!" Leopold nearly jumped. "The War God is on a mission to root out corruption in the Vanguard Agency. Right now, anyone not assigned to an important person is basically on house arrest. Micah and Vance, too. The ones with assignments get their orders directly from the War God."
As he spoke, something else came to mind. "Oh, and Thomas tried calling you yesterday. Said he couldn't reach you. He asked me to tell you that they've found Huxley."
Percival nodded in acknowledgment. "I've already arranged for him to be taken back to the Boyd family."
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