Vivienne

5

✧ Vivienne ✧

I wake up with Pluto curled up next to me, his purring providing my mind with some comfort. I was so grateful when I found him. It had been only me for the longest time, that I had been happy to have a little companion to take care of and pour my love into.

I never got the chance to love someone growing up partially because no one chose to love me. I had grown up in orphanages for so long and passed from house to house, that I just knew I wasn't made for love. And that was okay. As much as I wanted to give my love to someone, I knew it just wasn't meant to be.

It's around six am when I start my morning routine. Wrapping my robe tight on my negligee, I walk over to my vanity, having everything placed neatly in front of the mirror. I start by brushing through my hair trying to decide what to do with it along with the rest of my outfit.

The only thing I have full control over is my appearance. My love for makeup, hair and style was something I'm sure would never change. It was something I liked to take my time on, curating the perfect look for the day.

I look outside, the sun was just starting to rise, although the sunrise wasn't what caught my eye. A certain Cadillac drives past my window.

What the fuck could he possibly be doing at six in the morning?

Deciding not to think about it, pop in a CD and softly play some music to distract myself from the vexing man across the seat.

A few hours later the sun has completely risen and people have started to roam the streets. I curl my hair so it flicks up at the ends, and tuck the shorter pieces behind my ears to feature my dangly earrings.

After getting dressed in a maxi skirt and crop top I head to work with sunglasses perched at the top of my head. Just as I turn the corner, I bump into a sturdy back. I get ready to apologise profusely when I look up to see the man who's been causing me nothing but trouble. I roll my eyes and push past him.

I feel his footsteps following mine. "You should really watch where you're going, Princess." Ugh, that name. His voice is so deep, that I almost forget to be angry.

"You know, you're really starting to come off as a creep. Following girls around an all." I say nonchalantly.

"Creep? Don't worry I'm not a big bad wolf that follows little Princess around." He says amused. I feel tempted to look behind me but refrain.

"Oh my bad, you're right. Just because you said means it must be true." I say mockingly, "And I'm not your princess so just do us both a favour and fuck off okay?"

The sound of his footsteps stops just as I arrive at the book store. I let out a sigh grateful for the quiet. But my peace is short-lived as the sound of the bell above the door chimes. I turn around to be greeted by the gorgeous asshole's face.

The cut on this cheekbone healed but a new one lay against his plump lips. Shut up Vivienne.

His dark eyes rake over me as he crosses his arms and leans against a bookshelf watching me as I set up.

"What's your name, Thompson?" He asks so quietly, I shudder a little.

"What's your's Torelli?" I throw back at him. For all, I know this guy could be a pimp or a serial killer. He looks at me so intently it's a little alarming. I feel as though he can read my thoughts.

A beat of silence passes as I sit down crossing my arms, "Vivienne," I answer him, "your turn."

He looks down at me causing my heart rate to quicken. "Romeo."

His voice is so soft I almost miss it. Romeo.

"Romeo," I say seeing how it feels on my tongue. He hums in response as he looks around.

Fuck his jawline could cut glass.

"You know what I think Vivienne?" Before he can finish a customer walks through the door and in-between us. "I think you need someone to keep you on a tight leash," my mouth drops open as he steps closer. The desk is the only thing separating us. "Someone to keep your spoiled little mouth shut." His crotch is a foot away from my face.

The dominance he exudes is remarkable. The way he towered over me from my seated position didn't help. I felt submissive and I hated that I liked it. So much that I could feel my panties dampen.

I was not going to get myself tangled in this. I was not going to make myself fall for this fantasy.

My cheeks grow red as I stand up and lean forward, my nose almost touches his.

"It's a good thing I'm not Juliet then," I whisper my eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

I sit back down and open my book trying to distract myself from the heat radiating from my pussy.