Chapter 22

Beckett was taken aback as he saw Vivianne, but he didn't show it. He calmly set down his phone before sizing Vivianne up with a glance.

“It's too early. You should sleep more,” said Beckett, raising a brow as he played with his lower lip using his fingers. “Or… should I help you sleep?” he added, teasing her.

But Vivianne didn't respond. She just remained silent with a furrowed brow, gazing at the man, something that puzzled and slightly scared Beckett.

'Did she hear me talking? I thought she was sleeping,' Beckett thought before giving Vivianne another look.

Vivianne was wearing his white polo with only underwear underneath. Her hair was slightly messy, and her eyes were still sleepy. Instead of thinking about whether Vivianne had caught him, something else started to play in his mind.

He wanted to rip her shirt, suck her nipples, finger her pussy, and fuck her until she can’t think of anyone else but him. Suddenly, his cock surged, and Vivianne's gaze lingered on it.

“Don't stare a