Vivian's POV
"Making demands now, are we?"
I raised my chin higher, fighting to keep the tremor from my voice. "Call it a guarantee," I replied, working hard to sound confident and steady.
Liam remained silent for a moment.
His fingers traced along his jawline, almost as if he was weighing my words. Then he slowly turned toward me. For just an instant, I caught what looked like amusement dancing in his gaze, but it vanished quickly, replaced by something much more intense.
Something that felt like ownership.
"That's not the way this arrangement works, Vivian."
I cleared my throat, masking it with a dismissive sound. "You promised to give me anything I wanted."
"I did promise that," he confirmed, his tone dropping lower. "But under my conditions. Not yours."
Ridiculous. Completely insane. What kind of logic was that? Giving me what I want but only on his terms?
