Acting on instinct, I jumped up from my bed and away from Olivia. If looks could sear off d***s, I would be doubled down on my knees, bleeding out by now.
"Mace, you know how I am," Olivia began, feebly trying to explain our way out of this fiasco. "Harmon didn't—"
"Don't f*****g Mace, you know how I am me," Macy exploded, her face seething. "One year. Exactly one f*****g year yesterday I've been putting up with whatever the f**k this is. Believing you every time you said you weren't sticking your d**k in her. Just a last minute meeting, Mace. My f*****g ass. You're exactly the piece of s**t I thought you were, Harmon Chancellor."
I wanted to face palm again as I internally groaned. No wonder Macy was so angry on the phone last night. It was our one year anniversary yesterday and I co
