Chapter 22

I opened the door to see Vivian leaning on my door frame with a bottle of scotch in her hand. She seemed pretty drunk already, and if not for her slight stagger, I would have failed to notice as she perfectly applied make-up did not give any hint of insobriety.

She smiled when our eyes met, and I could not help but ponder on whether she had heard my moans before.

For how long had she been standing there?

“Hi Vivian, how long have you been standing there?” I voiced out my thoughts unconsciously, worried about what she might think of me.

“Oh, why darling? Were you having a sex chat?” She laughed, as she staggered into my room, not awaiting a welcome.

As much as I admired her, I despised how socially intelligent she was.

“No, I just-“

“Don’t fret about it, honey! It’s acceptable.” She fell on my bed, which sprang her up as soon as she landed as if her weight had taken it by surprise. I walked towards her, shutting the door behind me as I heard another door along the hallway open.