LOGIN"Russell." Vivianne groaned, looking up at the building in front of them."I don't want to hear anything.""Russell, this is too much."He shushed her, placing one finger on her lips to stop her."It's never too much. For you, whatever I do is not enough. There's nothing like it's too much.""Russell...""Baby, please. I really worked hard to make this date perfect. I don't care how much I spent, neither should you. Do you want to ruin the date this early into the night?""I didn't mean that. It's just, it's a bit too much, baby. First the arcade, and now this?" She asked, gesturing at the tall building in front of her."Spitfire." He called."Hm?""What? You don't like this?""I don't want you to spend so much.""How is that possible? I have billions of pounds, just sitting in my account, doing nothing. I want to spend it on you, and I'm not complaining. If you decide you're tired of modeling and want to retire, I'll give you twice your salary every month for the rest of your life, a
"Do I really have to be blindfolded?" Vivianne asked, her hand grazing over the soft black material that covered her vision. "Yes, you do. It's meant to be a surprise. And I want to see your face when you see the surprise." Russell replied, his hand firmly holding her second hand, guiding her steps."You might be disappointed." She reminded. Russell rolled his eyes, his hand never leaving the small of her back."A little leg raise." He gently said. She raised her leg accordingly and they were finally in the room.Russell's eyes quickly darted around the room, and a small nod of affirmation followed suit. Everything was exactly in place."Okay, ready?""Get it off already!"Russell chuckled, walking to her back. He reached out, untying the knot of the blindfold and Vivianne yanked it off because she felt Russell was going too slowly. But, it was still the same her that kept her eyes tightly closed, not allowing even a peek of light to enter."Can I open now?""Yes, baby. You can." Rus
"I hope you didn't forget we have a date today?" Russell reminded Vivianne, while he washed his hands clean after breakfast that morning."I know. The date you refuse to tell me where we're going.""It's going to be our first date again. Of course, I'm not going to spoil it by telling you where we're going.""Is it a dinner date?" She questioned."Kind of.""Is it a candlelight dinner?""No.""You just said it was a dinner date!" "It's a date, that's happening at dinner time. What is that if not a dinner date?""So we'd be dining in a restaurant?""No.""Russell!" She whined."Just dress casually. There's no dress code. But probably don't wear a gown. You can wear a free skirt.""What date requires me to wear trousers or a free skirt, but it's done at night?" She whispered, talking to herself."I don't know.""I already figured you weren't going to tell me. I'm not asking you.""Oopsies. My bad." Russell laughed, raising his hand in the air. They were dressed for work and were both r
Vivianne's eyes washed over the woman in front of her, her neck tilting."Where is the rest of your skirt?" She questioned eyeing the woman's thighs that were way too exposed. She wore a shirt that looked like it was definitely not her size, with the way it looked tight and squeezed her breasts together, causing them to jiggle anytime she moved an inch. The breasts were straining against the button that looked like it was barely holding on for its dear life.Her skirt was even worse. The skirt started out nice, from below her belly button and it ended badly, a few inches after her ass. It looked like she was dressed for the club and not a job interview."Sorry?" She asked, batting her eyelashes in a seductive way at Russell, who was staring straight at Vivianne while she spoke and judged."Your skirt. Where is the rest of it? And the shirt - does it belong to your younger sibling, who is five years younger than you? Why is it so tight?""Ma'am, I'm trying to be fashionable.""Well, t
THREE DAYS LATERVivianne walked into the apartment, Russell following closely behind her. Her eyes dart around the familiar yet so distant rooms. An unsettling feeling stirs inside of her. A feeling that had been in her gut since the moment she gained her memories.She needed to say it. She needed to talk. "What's wrong?" Russell questioned her immediately, seeing that something was on her mind."Nothing." She was quick to say, shaking her head negatively to tell him she was fine. Russell nodded, the small duffel bag in his hand."Russell?" She called, just as he was about to take a step up the stairs."What's wrong?" He asked, dropping the bag in his hand. His eyes darted between her eyeballs, trying to decipher the words behind them."I..." Just then, a phone rang, cutting her off mid-sentence. "Hold on." He whispered, digging his hand into his pocket. He pulled it out, his brows scrunching at the name on the Caller ID."Who is it?" Vivianne couldn't help but ask, seeing the exp
"Stop laughing at me!" Vivianne yelled, slapping Russell in the chest. His deep chuckle that rumbled from within his chest rumbled under her palm, making her hand vibrate on his chest.They were lying in the hospital bed with Vivianne scooped up in Russell's arms, their body meshed together like they wanted to be in each other 's skin.Russell was teasing Vivianne about her swollen face after crying, while Vivianne gasped, offended, and she hit him in hopes that he would stop teasing her unnecessarily."This is her ward!" A shout could be heard from outside the door. Before either of them could react, the door had been pushed open. Violette was the first to rush in, with Violetta and Russell's father trailing closely behind, worry written all over their faces. Their worry, however melted into surprise as they watched the couple coddled in the bed.Violetta, the mother, blinked at the scene in front of her before letting out a dramatic gasp."What do you think you're doing in the hospi







