ARIANA I could feel Raymond’s eyes on me. Heavy, Burning, Confused or maybe Hurt. Trevor’s arm was still around my waist. Firm. Possessive and Controlling. His fingers pressed slightly into my side like a reminder. You’re here because of me. The table between us felt like a battlefield. Joyce was trying to keep her composure, but I could see it. The tension in her jaw and the tightness in her shoulders. Trevor lifted his wine glass slowly. He didn’t break eye contact with Raymond. Then he turned slightly to me. “Have a sip,” he said calmly. It wasn’t a suggestion. I looked at the glass. Then at him. Then back at Raymond. Slowly, I took the glass from Trevor’s hand. The wine burned slightly as it went down my throat. Trevor’s eyes darkened slightly, watching the movement. Then he took the glass back, placing it on the table. “So,” he said, his voice smooth and cold. “Vice President. Do you want to finalize the contract?” The room went quiet. All eyes were on me.
Read more