"Do you know what she did?" Alex continued, his tone conversational, cruel. "She didn't just bring you wine. She served you up on a silver platter."
Vivienne's eyes flew open. She tried to pull back, panic flaring in her chest, but Alex's hands clamped onto her skull, holding her in place.
"She stood in that doorway and watched," Alex told Helena, twisting the knife. "She watched me strip you. She watched me fuck you. And she didn't lift a finger to stop it."
He looked down at Vivienne, his eyes cold.
"She was ready to sacrifice you... her own boss... just for a taste of this dick. She sold you out for a fuck."
Vivienne's mind screamed. 'No! It wasn't like that!'
He was destroying her. He wasn't just exposing her lust; he was framing her as a traitor.
She needed to defend herself. She needed to speak.
