Liam's POV
Vivian was slowly driving me to the edge of madness.
Days had passed since she put her signature on that contract, and while the household routine appeared normal on the surface, nothing felt ordinary anymore.
How could it, when a woman like her now lived beneath my roof?
I found myself spending longer hours at the office, burying myself in work to avoid the temptation waiting at home. But even when I managed to stay away, the moments I did return were pure torture.
She moved through my house wearing those damn shorts that hugged every curve like they were designed specifically to test my self-control. The woman was walking temptation, completely oblivious to the effect she had on me.
Or perhaps she understood exactly what she was doing. Maybe she wanted me to break, to give in and touch her the way I had that night when I tasted her sweetness and watched her fall apart under my tongue.
That memory haunted me constantly.
