Chapter 251: The Grass Is Always Greener On the…

Vivienne nervously swallowed, struggling to formulate an explanation. Then, a soft thump against the car window interrupted her thoughts. Outside, a couple was locked in an intense argument. Their spirited debate floated into the car, seamlessly catching Vivienne’s and Derek’s attention.

“How dare you watch some male performers behind my back!” the man said angrily.

“Isn’t it fair? You admire women at bars; why can’t we look at men? Plus, they say the grass might be greener elsewhere,” the woman retorted.

“You need a lesson in respect!”

Their loud bickering gradually receded, leaving a haunting quiet in the car.

“Heh!” Derek let out a low chuckle. The sound was fleeting, but enough to make Vivienne’s heart flutter. She looked up, locking eyes with his cold stare, feeling her heart tighten.

Derek moved closer, his calm aura surrounding her. “So, the grass is greener on the other side, huh?”

Sienna’s previous advice about moving on quickly to dodge heartache was one thing, but this “grass-is-greener” remark ignited something fiercer. Even Vivienne, typically slow on the uptake, picked up on the undercurrent of jealousy in his tone.

“Others may think that, but it doesn’t reflect my views,” Vivienne explained.

Derek’s fingers gently grasped her chin, his intense eyes scanning her face. “It appears you do need a lesson.”

Vivienne’s eyes widened in alarm. In the next instant, Derek’s lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss. This kiss, filled with a trace of anger, forcefully nibbled at her tender lips. Trapped tightly in the small space, Vivienne felt Derek restrain her hands behind her back.

She had always been confident in her self-defense capabilities, believing she couldn’t be subdued without a fight. Yet, in Derek’s grasp, she found herself powerless, her movements stifled.

“Derek, Derek…” she stammered, wincing at the sharp pain of his bites. “You’re causing me pain…”

His fingers were clamped firmly around the back of her neck, his eyes ablaze with a repressed longing. “Aren’t I enough for you?”

“You’re misunderstanding something…” Vivienne attempted to clarify. She tried to adjust her position, but Derek’s grip on her neck was commanding, instilling a fear that discouraged any sudden movements.

Derek’s eyes bored into hers as he drew her hand to his chest. “Are you content with this?”

“Yes.”

Vivienne realized she was losing control of the situation. She was desperate to steer the conversation to an end.

“What about here?” Derek murmured, his forehead against hers as he guided her hand downward slowly. “Are you satisfied with this too?”

Forced to touch his firm abs, she could feel the heat of his body even through his shirt. Her eyelashes fluttered wildly, and she cleared her throat, trying to disguise her disarray. “Yes.”

In a hushed, enticing tone, he breathed into her ear. “So, am I superior to the men on stage?”

His breath tickled her ear, sending a wave of shivers down her spine, tensing her body reflexively.

“Yes, you are,” she answered.

“Is that all you have to say?” Derek teased, gently nibbling on her earlobe, sending waves of sensation that made Vivienne tremble, her heartbeat racing.