Chapter 116: Apologies Don't Always Work

"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