Rick's POV~
Vanessa hit the floor before she even made it past the bed frame.
Her knees buckled and she crumpled onto the hardwood with a heavy thud that shook the room. And for a moment, I let out a sigh of relief that she was drunk again.
"You... you disgust me," she slurred, her mascara running black rivers down her cheeks. She was wasted completely. The vodka on her breath could kill a horse. "Six months, Rick... six months you haven't touched me... and you're sitting here... jerking off in my bed... like some pathetic... pathetic..."
She couldn't even finish the sentence. She just laughed a broken, ugly laugh that echoed off the walls.
"Who was it?" she screamed, her voice cracking. "Was it that little... that little tramp you keep staring at? Huh? Your precious little mistress
