Chapter twenty three

Bella turned to leave Darian’s office right after Vivian walked past her with that last stinging line “You are occupying my world.”

 

 

She didn’t want to stay another second and her skin felt tight, her chest heavy.

 

She needed air, her office, and distance. She headed straight for the door.Vivian moved faster.

 

One smooth step and she was in front of Bella, blocking the exit. Her hand reached behind her, pushed the door shut, then turned the lock with a quiet click.

 

 

The sound felt loud in the sudden silence.Bella stopped cold.“What are you doing?” Bella asked, voice low but steady.

 

 

Vivian smiled slow, eyes locked on hers. “Making sure we finish our hello”.

 

Darian’s voice cut through from behind his desk.

 

“Vivian. Open the damn door.”

 

Vivian didn’t even look at him. She kept staring at Bella, head tilted like she was deciding how much to play with her food.

 

Darian stood up. Chair scraped back. Footsteps heavy. “I said open it. Now.”Vivian finally turned, but only halfway.

 

 

She stepped toward him, hips swaying just enough to remind everyone she knew exactly what she was doing to his eyes.“Relax, baby,” she said, voice soft and sweet like honey over broken glass. “You’re always so serious lately.”

 

 

Darian’s jaw locked tight. “You don’t get to lock people in my office. Not her. Not anyone.”

 

Vivian reached him. Placed one hand flat on his chest, right over his heart. “Shhh. You’re getting all worked up again.”

 

 

Her fingers slid down slowly, tracing the line of buttons on his shirt. “You used to love when I got worked up.”He caught her wrist.

 

“Stop.”

 

 

But she didn’t stop.She pressed closer, body brushing his. Her other hand moved lower, palm sliding over the front of his trousers.

 

 

She cupped him through the fabric, firm, slow squeeze.Darian sucked in a sharp breath.

 

His grip on her wrist tightened, but he didn’t push her away.Vivian’s lips curved. “There he is,” she whispered. “Still so easy for me.”

 

Bella stood frozen by the door. Heat crawled up her neck. She wanted to look away but couldn’t.

 

 

The air in the room felt thick, charged, wrong.Vivian kept talking, voice low and dirty. “You remember how hard you get for me, don’t you? How thick you feel when I stroke you just like this.”

 

 

 She rubbed him again, slower this time, thumb circling the head through his pants. “I bet you’re already leaking a little. You always did when I touched you in front of someone else.”

 

Darian’s breathing turned rough. “Vivian…”

 

 

“Quiet,” she said, almost gentle. She looked back at Bella over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to know what he likes? What he really likes?”

 

Bella’s hands curled into fists. “Let me out.”

 

Vivian ignored her. She turned fully to Bella now, keeping one hand on Darian, stroking him lazy and sure.

 

 “I think you already know. I think he already gave you a taste of this big, throbbing dick. Didn’t he?”

 

Bella’s stomach flipped.

 “Stop talking.”

 

 

Vivian laughed softly. “Why? Does it make you wet thinking about it? Him pinning you down, spreading you wide, sliding in slow until you’re gasping? Or maybe he fucked you fast, rough, the way he does when he’s trying to forget someone else.”

 

 

She stepped closer to Bella again, dragging Darian with her by the hold she still had on him. He let out another low sound, half groan, half curse.Vivian circled Bella once, slow, like a shark.

 

 

“Did he cum inside you? Fill you up until it dripped down your thighs? Or did he pull out and paint your stomach because he didn’t trust you enough?”

 

 

Bella’s face burned. “You’re disgusting.”

 

Vivian stopped in front of her. Leaned in close. “Maybe. But I’m honest.” Her hand left Darian for a second, just long enough to trail one finger down Bella’s arm.

 

“Tell me… did he make you come hard? Or did you have to fake it so he’d keep you around?”

 

 

Bella jerked back. “Get away from me.”

 

Vivian smiled wider. She turned back to Darian, pressed right up against him again.

 

Her hand went straight back inside his open zipper this time, skin on skin now. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroked once, slow and tight.

 

Darian’s head tipped back a little.

 

A rough gasp escaped him. His hips jerked forward before he could stop it.“There we go,” Vivian purred. “That’s my boy. Always so hungry for my hand.”

 

Bella couldn’t take it anymore.“Excuse me, sir,” she said, voice shaking but loud. “I’m leaving.”

 

She shoved past Vivian, hard enough to make the other woman stumble half a step. Vivian’s hand slipped free from Darian’s pants.

 

He cursed under his breath, eyes dark and stormy.Bella twisted the lock, yanked the door open.

 

 

Vivian’s voice chased her into the hallway, smooth, smug, final.“Run all you want, little assistant. He’ll still come back to me tonight. He always does. You’re just the warm-up act. I’m the one who makes him finish.”

 

The door slammed shut behind Bella.She walked fast down the corridor.

 

Didn’t look back and didn’t stop until she hit the elevator bank outside the executive floor.

 

Her hands shook as she pressed the down button.Inside her chest, anger and something hotter twisted together until she couldn’t tell them apart.

 

She stepped into the empty elevator when it arrived.Pressed the garage level.

 

 

And as the doors closed, she finally let out the breath she’d been holding.

 

It came out shaky.Almost like a sob.

 

But inside that office…was something else.