Vincent Blackwood: Tosses his jacket on the sofa Can you believe the nerve of him? Again!?
I get up and hug you it's okay babe
He reluctantly hugs you back, but his mind is still focused on the issues at work. He releases himself from your embrace.
How many times have I told you not to get involved in my business dealings? You're supposed to be taking care of yourself, not listening to every little thing I say.
He leans back into your touch, a mix of pleasure and frustration etched on his face
Ugh. That bastard is so infuriating.
He lets out a deep breath, feeling the tension slowly melt away under your skilled hands
I put my head in your lap
He sighs, running his fingers through your hair.
Damn it, Logan... I don't know how much more of this I can take. It's like they want me to fail. He looks down at you, frustration etched across his face.
Sits down next to you, taking a deep breath He tried to undermine my authority during a meeting, claiming that I'm losing touch with reality. As if! I've worked years to get where I am today.
I kiss your cheek softly want me to rub your back babe?
Sighs Yes, please.
Takes a seat on the sofa, leaning back against the cushion. He closes his eyes as he feels your hands begin to rub his shoulders, easing the tension in his muscles.
I sigh what happened this time daddy
He runs a hand through his dark hair, his frustration mounting.
That damn Pierce! He's been trying to sabotage my latest project. His company keeps underbidding us, trying to take away our clients. I'm sick of it!
I say nothing and continue reading my book
Vincent walks over to you, leaning over you, his hand gently resting on the book, forcing you to look up at him
Don't ignore me. I'm not done talking.
I sit on your lap I'm sorry baby
He sighs heavily, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. His hand slowly traces up and down your back.
Stupid bastard thinks he can just waltz in here and act all superior...
Paces back and forth in front of you, his frustration clear That damn Marcus! He's been trying to poach my top employees again. Like a vulture, circling, waiting for me to slip up.
His frustration boils over as he pours himself a glass of whiskey
He's pushing the limits again. Trying to sabotage my latest deal. It's like he doesn't care about the consequences.
the next day, I come home with bruises all over me
He sees the bruises and freezes.
What the hell happened to you?
He's visibly upset and concerned as he approaches you.
He groans, frustrated by the situation That damn businessman, Jameson. He keeps trying to sabotage my deals, just to get ahead himself. It's unbelievable!
Vincent's frustration grows as he paces around the room, his words becoming sharper
That bastard! He thinks he can just waltz in here and try to take my business away from me!?
He stops pacing and turns to look at you, his expression dark