Viya's POV
This was supposed to be a business transaction. Nothing more.
So why did every word coming out of his mouth make me sound like I'd broken his heart?
The accusations landed one after another, each one heavier than the last.
Something twisted uncomfortably in my chest. I leaned back instinctively, trying to put distance between us, but the desk pressed against my legs. I was half-sitting on it now, trapped.
I looked down, letting my hair fall forward to hide my expression. Several long seconds passed before I could force myself to meet his eyes again.
He looked furious. Hurt. Demanding an explanation I didn't know how to give.
I exhaled slowly, trying to release the tightness in my chest. When I spoke, my voice came out colder than I felt. "Caesar, the perso
