Vivian's POV:
His eyes are in raging mode.
“Why did you leave, Vivian?”
Because I found perfect moment to get out of there and from you!
I cross my arms and raise my left eyebrow at him, chewing from my left cheek and with a pissed grimace at him.
He’s having a lion-of-the-jungle stance and attitude.
“I needed privacy and I’m waiting for Desi to have some girls’ moments. You, mister, are occupying a hell lot of my time. This needs correction. I need time off from you. Your friend or whatever came, and I took it as my time off now. Are we good now? Let me be, Davy. Enough. All this isn’t on my liking or custom.” I want to turn my back at him and enter the club, yet he stops me again.
YOU JUST DON’T FUCKING GIVE UP, DON’T YOU?!
“Baby? You’re my wife now and it’s normal to have me on your time and life. And she’s….”
I stop him raising my hand at him after I have taken it back by force again, briefly closing my eyes.