After I changed and came out, the director they'd invited, Simon Finch, still hadn't arrived.
Anthony had someone bring me to the living room.
He had his arm around Bianca's waist, his voice dripping with indulgence. "Babe, don't worry. I already got Viv to agree to keep Director Finch company tonight."
"What I promised you, I deliver. Always."
Bianca squealed and threw her arms around him. The two of them kissed for a solid three minutes.
Catcalls and whistles erupted around them.
She turned to me, eyes glittering with contempt.
"Viv, after watching you throw yourself into the ocean yesterday, I thought you actually had some backbone."
"Turns out you still can't let go of the money. You'll even sleep with an old man for it. Tsk. Nobody's cheaper than you."
Bianca stepped closer and clicked her tongue.
"Fine, skip the makeup. But you couldn't even put on a little blush? Your face is white as a corpse. What if you scare Director Finch?"
She finished speaking, and Anthony flicked his wrist in a casual gesture.
Wyatt, the bodyguard standing behind me, understood instantly. His hand came up and cracked across my face. Twice.
Searing pain bloomed across my cheek.