Lily
“Get your hands off me!” I hiss at him, my rage threatening to explode. He did this on purpose, I am certain.
“You are mine, Lily. Always.”
I cringe and gag when he kisses my neck. He is all wrong. He is not Vince. I don’t know exactly when Vince became my standard, but he is.
I grab the center piece from the table and hit him with it. His body becomes limp before letting go and falling on the ground.
I run out without looking at him. I have to find Vince.
“In the courtyard,” Naomi tells me when I run past her. I am a few distance from him when beautiful brunette women probably my age runs to his arms.
I completely freeze, Paul’s stupid words ringing in my head.
“Josline?” Vince asks, looking down at the woman in his arms. I feel like I have been punched hard on my chest
