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Chapter Forty Four
POV Vivian Pressman
Rules
She stepped out from Robbie's cabin. The Waiter was sleeping soundly. He hadn't wanted to wake up to Vivian. That was one of the rules. You don't see each other in the morning.
Moe hadn't touched her in five years. He'd had Secretaries, and Interns, but not her. And she got to have her own fun. It was the worst kept secret in the house. Everyone knew what went on behind closed doors, yet acted as if they didn't.
Robbie was just another dalliance. He was efficient, and had gotten the job done. He'd served his purpose. The only thing special about him was when some girl walked in. Don't get her wrong, Robbie was good. But he wasn't what she'd wanted. She'd wanted the Dancer. Johnny.
Johnny was unbelievably handsome, and no doubt good in bed. But he'd refused her advances the whole trip. Not even a stolen kiss after all those dance lessons she'd bought. Last night, she'd offered him a small fortune for one night, hoping he'd get the hint. Everyone knew what she was paying for. Johnny knew it, Moe knew it.
But Johnny had the audacity to turn her down. He'd walked away from the chance of a lifetime, and Vivian had no idea why.
A door creaking in the distance caught her attention. Vivian looked up to see who it was. She saw a white skirt and shirt, and white shoes. It was a young girl, probably a guest, holding a pair of silver heels. She saw a mass of brown curls. Only one girl had curls like that at Kellerman's. The Houseman girl.
As the door closed, Vivian saw who she'd spent the night with.
It was Johnny.
Her jaw dropped.
How on Earth did a girl like that get Johnny? What did Baby offer him that she didn't have? She couldn't very well ask her Parents for the money. If he'd done it for the money, she'd have had to have paid him more than Vivian had offered, which would draw too much suspicion from her Parents.
Vivian might have believed that he'd taken her and her money because she was prettier, if it weren't for the rules she was seeing broken everywhere.
That's right. If you paid for sex with the staff, there were rules.
You didn't see each other in the morning. You got dressed and got out. You weren't walked to the door. You didn't say goodbye.
No one had ever walked Vivian to the door, not like that. Not only had Johnny walked Baby to the door, he'd done it only partially dressed. He'd walked Baby to the door, barefoot, hair messy, belt unbuckled. All to say goodbye.
When you paid, that didn't happen. You couldn't buy that kind of devotion. Johnny was a gentleman, and he was treating Baby like a lady. If Vivian had slept with him, that wouldn't have happened. If Johnny was breaking the rules, it could only mean that he really cared about this girl. That feelings had gotten involved.
Johnny put his arm around the girl, and kissed her deeply. When it was over, she kissed his cheek, and held onto his hand as long as she could, walking off into the woods. Johnny just stood there, watching her walk away.
You didn't hold hands. You didn't kiss goodbye. You didn't watch them walk away.
It had Vivian seeing red.
He'd stood her up for some two bits whore of a teenager. Because he had feelings. No one held Vivian's hand. No one watched her walk away. And no one ever kissed her goodbye. What was so damn special about this girl?
It stung, bitterly. Johnny took this young girl who didn't even pay when he could have had her. She'd offered him the kind of money people like him couldn't afford to turn down. But not only did he have the gaul to do it, he'd taken in someone who couldn't pay, and broken every rule there was!
The need for revenge boiled up in her, hot and strong. She wanted to drive them apart. She wanted them to remember her name with regret. She wanted Johnny to wish he'd taken her offer, to rue the day he'd slept with the Houseman girl instead of Vivian. The lovers were going to pay for this, that was for certain. All she needed to know was how.
I just thought it would be interesting to write from Vivian's perspective for this scene. That's the only reason why this is in there. But I was having trouble writing it in first person, so I changed it to third. It helped a lot. I didn't have to get as in her head, which is not something I wanted in the first place.
To those of you that like my writing in third person and want more, tough luck. As a general rule, I don't like writing in third person. I just don't do it. It makes you feel like you're less of a part of the story, which is something I personally like to experience when I'm reading. I also find the imagery in third person to be not as vivid as in first person.
I hope you guys liked this, more chapters soon. We're getting close to the end!