The atmosphere suddenly turned silent, making the soft breeze around them feel a lot louder than before. It seemed like time had frozen for Vivian as she processed what she had just heard.
After a few seconds, she took a large gulp of the whiskey, making her wince a little bit. "Okay, so what? Even if that's true, why are you telling me all this?"
Lucifer gave her a stern look. "Do you remember what I said back in the office when we had the talk about relationships?"
"Yes, of course. You were saying that I should make my own decision regarding having other partners and that the opinions of others don't matter in such cases. However, I still don't understand what that has to do with all of this." Vivian pointed to the surroundings, looking at him with a confused expression.
"What do you think would happen to your daughter, Aunt Vivian, if she came to live in this place with me? Will she have to worry about having enough time to spend with me since I have other women besides her? Or will she lack anything at all? Hmm?" Lucifer said, holding his glass with one hand while the other slipped inside the pocket of his pants, keeping the same relaxed stance.
"Tell me, isn't this place big enough for dozens of people to live in without any problem? Would any of my girls ever feel like I'm neglecting them when they can be with me every day and get whatever they wish?"
Vivian remained silent, her expression growing serious again, almost in shock, as she turned her gaze towards the city far away, letting out a deep breath. 'I can't even imagine how luxurious living here would be... I have never seen this kind of house, and it's mind-blowing. Gwen living here? The idea is insane. She would become a princess in her own home with everything she needs and wants available to her...'
But even before her thoughts went further, Lucifer interrupted her once more.
"Hmm... Fine, I'll go in. Not that I care about showing myself in a bikini. However, I came here to have a serious talk, and you seem to be shifting the mood around for your own convenience." Vivian scowled as she put aside her empty glass, heading straight toward the mentioned room, hoping the maid he talked to would be a reliable one.
She soon came face-to-face with Jane, standing inside the room. "Mr. Reynolds mentioned you'd want some assistance, ma'am." She gave a gentle smile and extended a couple of different bikini options. "I took the liberty of finding some choices I believed to be perfect for you. But of course, if you don't like them or believe there could be something else more fitting, I could—"
"No, these should do." Vivian shook her head while she took a quick glimpse at the choices presented. Then, in one swift move, she grabbed the bright green bikini option. "I'm taking this one. Thank you..."
"Jane." The maid completed the unspoken sentence. "Now, if you don't need anything else, ma'am, I'll leave you alone and take my leave."
"Right, thank you, Jane." Vivian smiled and waited for the maid to walk out, leaving her to herself.
Soon enough, Vivian removed her pantsuit and folded them neatly on the bench before slipping into the green bikini, checking her appearance in the mirror as she adjusted the straps behind her neck.
'Doesn't this one show a bit too much?' She thought while analyzing it. 'Well, he did see me completely naked the last time, so what am I nervous about? Besides, it looks good on me.'
After appreciating the bikini fit and how flattering it was on her body, she walked over to the side of the pool, gazing at Lucifer swimming with only a pair of black swim trunks.