It's true we both may have people in our past, but the differences is mine holds only the one. He was lackluster. How would Vincent react if he had to see images of me going at it with another man who had a body of a model? The jealousy that blooms every time Henry sends me a text is a big enough clue of how Vincent would respond."She said you promised to buy her family's factory for a big payday and then you didn't."His eyes narrow and a spot in his cheek twitches. "No, she begged me to look at her family's property. I told her no until the thing between us ended and then I felt guilty. But it's mismanaged and poorly run. The roof is caving in on half of it. It wasn't a good investment and I won't let a loose pussy force me to make poor business decisions. She got her money and now she's gone against our deal."His words are chilly and harsh. I've never witnessed Vincent treat someone in such a fashion. Has this part of him always been hiding underneath the surface? Could he t
"I'm sorry." His words sound authentic, but it doesn't stop another chunk of my heart from breaking away. I wrap the bed covers around me tighter, feeling more exposed in Vincent's large bedroom now than I did twenty minutes ago when he took me from behind and moaned my name passionately with his release.I've been promised a long Labor Day weekend filled with sex, good food, and Vincent. So far what I've gotten was pictures of him with another woman, a broken heart, and now an afternoon alone.Vincent wraps the tie around his neck without using the mirror and fastens it into a perfect knot.I lie in his bed feeling as if my body is battered and bruised, not knowing how much more I can take, and he's primping before leaving for who knows how long. Through the sadness, anger works its way up making me want to cut the ends of his ties or light his expensive designer shirts on fire. Then he'd see how it felt to come home and find his beautiful penthouse in shambles to match the cond
Even now I use Vincent to get by. He's been running my life and I've succeeded because of him since the first day we met and he offered me the job. Vincent has constantly picked me up after I've tripped and fallen. He found me an apartment, furnished it, bought me my car with a special parking space—even though I've never driven it. Vincent who continues to rescue me but never the other way around. Everything is one sided.Our relationship is not centered or evenly yoked. There isn't even a positive business term to describe what we have between us. We are as uneven as a seesaw—a business deal destined to go bad. He is writing the contracts, and I keep signing them without reading the fine print. The only thing I have going for me is the hope we'll work out. But now it feels as if we're rushing toward the end at full speed. Nothing I can do will stop it. Now I have to sit back and wait for the crash."I don't want to leave you like this." He tries to sit on the bed but I refuse to
"No."His face falls in disappointment, and with a shake of his head, he turns on a heel and walks out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. I pull the covers up higher around my neck and allow one tear to fall. It's stupid, but I can't help it.I worry that I'm having a breakdown or that my body is breaking. I had such big plans after college, yet so quickly I lost myself to Vincent. The only chance I had to survive is if I'd run the first day after the interview. Instead I made excuses about my career and forced myself to stay.For him.Now I'm stuck halfway in his world and the only thing I have to show for it is a week of marketing training and a broken heart I'm not sure will ever heal. I'm not rich girl material. I don't belong in this world.Hell, I wasn't even a decent assistant.I dreamed of going to a warm climate and working my way up the chain in the company before taking over—a true businesswoman with the world in my palms. Now those dreams seem a mil
She walks past me quickly getting in my line of sight again and trying to steer me to the left. "You are upset. Let me help. Get in my car and I'll drive you." She hits her key fob and a black super-expensive-looking sports car parked on the curb beeps."I'm just going to the towers," I say pointing at the apartment building visible from our bandage point.Tiffany's smile grows. "It will still be faster to drive."Not trusting her, but desperate to get to Ashley as quickly as possible, I open the passenger side door of the car as she waits. We drive the wrong direction away from the apartment complex, weaving through downtown's many one-way streets to get us back to the proper side of the street going in the right direction.She stops at a red light, even though there are no cars in the deserted downtown area on the holiday weekend."He set you up in the towers?" she says almost tsking her disapproval. "Honey, you should have held out for someplace better."Anxiety crawls u
How is it that everything seemed so great in Paris, yet once we're back on American soil everything fell to shit so quickly?I thought when Vincent told me the truth that his secrets had been revealed, but we'd barely scratched the surface. Now we've uncovered two lovers and a romantic affair with a client. What could rattle our resolve next?How much will it take before I run? Will I ever be able to fit into Vincent's life? I wasn't a person for high drama or fears. Cheaters are the worst. And my life—the part that didn't have Vincent in it—was calm. I had my best friend to count on through thick and thin and all my plans for the future figured out. Vincent obliterated my easy demeanor when he stormed into the picture.I unlock the door to our apartment, expecting to find Ashley drunk again even though it's early in the day. The actual view rips a shriek from my chest as I leave my keys in the door and slide on the floor next to Ashley's body. She's passed out in front of the co
"You were overwhelmed, Ashley. It's okay."We all have times when it feels like the world is hitting us at once. I understand. Ashley and I have both been fighting our own battles in separate war zones."I haven't studied for the bar since May."I grab Ashley's hand, squeezing tightly. She always thinks the worst of herself. "Yes, you have. You're always at the library." How many nights have I come home to an empty apartment when Ashley's been off studying? She's always too hard on herself.She shakes her head. "No, I lied. I've been going to Harpers for lunch every day and staying until dinner."I blink, stare at her, and then blink again. Did I hear her right? Harper's is a corner stone of college life. Located less than two blocks from campus. We'd spent many nights there."What were you doing the whole time?"She shrugs and her gaze falls to her lap. "Playing on my phone."What? Why would she admit this to me now? "For how long?"Ashley lifts her shoulder again as
They have been together? For a year? Her words tumble around as I try and grasp each one, deciding what they mean. "But Henry and I have only been broken up for a few months."Oh.Double O.Everything hits me like a pile of bricks, knocking me to the hospital floor even though my body doesn't move. We were living with Ashley's now ex-boyfriend Jonathan and she was sleeping with my boyfriend."Oh, I see."Ashley reaches for my hand again but I take a step away from her hospital bed. "I'm so sorry, Mackenzie.""We're best friends?" It's a statement and a question. How could my best friend, the one person in the world I trusted, betray me in such a way? It's like a literal knife wound to the chest. And not only did they start seeing each other, but it happened while we were still dating. Ashley, the woman who was so broken when her boyfriend cheated, was cheating on her boyfriend, with her best friend's boyfriend. Shakespeare couldn't write such a tragedy."I swear it didn't