Vivienne POV~•~I stood outside Damon’s heavy oak door, my knuckles tapping softly, a mix of curiosity and that weird pull I couldn’t shake tugging at me. The door swung open fast, Damon filling the frame, his sharp suit and unreadable eyes sizing me up. He stepped aside. “Come in,” he said, his voice low.I walked past, but someone else brushed by me too close, his sleeve grazing my arm. A shiver hit me, goosebumps prickling my skin. The guy wasn’t like the office types, yes his suit was crisp, but a jagged scar cut across his cheek, screaming danger, not desk work. He sure as hell wasn’t a staff here.The door clicked shut behind him, locking me in with Damon, who leaned against his desk, a sarcastic smirk on his face.“Well, hello, wife,” he drawled, the word thick with mockery.I froze, then clapped back. “Don’t get carried away, Damon.”He chuckled, crossing his arms. “Touchy today. So, what’s my wife doing at the office? You’re not supposed to work now. I’m the provider, rememb
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