"Anthony's hosting a private dinner at his villa tonight for some big-shot director. He's trying to land Bianca the female lead in the guy's next film."
"He says if you want this deal to go through, you need to be there. So let's go."
My first thought was that Anthony had found out who I really was.
But one look at the contempt on Wyatt's face told me otherwise.
I frowned.
"I'm not going. Move."
Wyatt shoved me hard. My phone hit the ground and he crushed it under his heel, grinding it to pieces.
"Vivienne, you're a glorified coffee girl. Who the hell do you think you're talking to? I used to call you 'ma'am' out of respect for Anthony. Without him, you're nothing. You actually thought you were some rich man's wife?" He jerked his chin at his men. "Quit wasting my time. Take her."
When we arrived at the villa, I realized this was an extremely private affair.
No press. Every guest had to surrender their phone at the door.
The men in attendance were mostly wealthy businessmen of one stripe or another. Each had a young starlet seated beside him, all of them friends of Anthony's or Bianca's.
A bad feeling settled low in my stomach.
Anthony walked over the moment he saw me, his brow creased.