In the room, Vivienne had hit the bottle a bit too hard and was struggling to keep her butt on the bed. The bodyguards propped her up, but as soon as they left, she was out like a light.

Cyrus saw this and didn't let the bodyguards stick around. With a wave of his hand, he sent them on their way.

He wheeled over to the bed and, just to be on the safe side, heaved himself onto it.

He took Vivienne's dainty chin between his fingers and leaned in, his voice a rough whisper, ...