Chapter 250: The Center of Attention
Derek hadn't expected to see Vivienne there. His eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing as he observed her. She wore a spaghetti-strap dress that accentuated her toned physique, her delicate collarbone a captivating feature. The fishtail hem skimmed her long, slender legs, while the fitted fabric hugged her waist, emphasizing her curves. With her stunning outfit and captivating face, she effortlessly commanded attention, every man in the room drawn to her.
Derek noticed the predatory gazes directed at her, his dark eyes growing even more unreadable. His brows furrowed, his expression hardening, as if frost settled on his face. An unshakable dominance radiated from him; his presence alone commanded attention.
Feeling nervous, Vivienne spun around, grabbed Sienna's wrist, and bolted.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Sienna gasped, nearly stumbling as she was dragged through the crowd. "We just got here! Why are you leaving already?"
Before she could finish, two men in black blocked their escape. Sienna's playful expression vanished, her gaze hardening. "What do you want?"
The men remained impassive. One spoke, "Miss Hayes, my boss requests your presence."
Vivienne's throat went dry. There was no avoiding this. She inhaled deeply before turning to Sienna. "Can you get home on your own?"
Sienna nodded, but as Vivienne started to release her grip, Sienna tightened it. "Where are you going?"
"To see a friend," Vivienne answered.
Under the night sky, Lyhaton glittered, signaling the start of a dazzling nightlife. The parking lot overflowed with luxury cars, but the black Rolls-Royce stood apart, commanding attention, much like its owner. He exuded an innate authority, a presence meant to be admired and obeyed.
The men in black escorted Vivienne to the car; one opened the door, gesturing inside. "Miss Hayes, please."
Vivienne hesitated, her gaze drifting toward the open door. Inside, Derek lounged comfortably, deftly unfastening his diamond cufflinks as he rolled up his sleeves. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows over his chiseled features, deepening the mystery surrounding him. His eyes remained lowered, his expression unreadable.
Vivienne swallowed hard, forcing herself to enter the car. A tense silence settled between them before she forced an awkward smile. "What a coincidence…"
The words were barely out before she regretted them. What a pathetic opening line.
Derek's gaze lifted at the sound of her voice; a slow, knowing smile curved his lips. "Quite the coincidence indeed."
Vivienne lowered her eyes, chewing on her lip. She had no idea how much Derek had witnessed, nor could she think of an explanation that wouldn't sound like an excuse. A gnawing unease clawed at her, making her feel caught red-handed.
"Swift movement forward leaves no room for sorrow—only fresh romance," his deep, glacial voice scraped against her heart, sending a chill through her veins.
Vivienne said nothing. Even with the bar's noise, Derek had heard every word. The weight of his presence closed in, his towering frame casting an inescapable shadow over her. Vivienne looked up, locking eyes with him, and her breath hitched. His gaze was an abyss, dark and consuming, offering no escape. A faint, dangerous smirk played on his lips, promising consequences.