VOLUME TWO: HER SIEGE
I shove my head deeper into the couch pillow, hating the fact Vincent purchased it and yet relishing in the softness. The pillow is so malleable I could shove my face in farther and use it to suffocate my memories away.
"Mackenzie, it was a misunderstanding," Ashley says, sitting at the end of the couch and pulling my feet into her lap. She has her blonde hair pulled back into a high bun and she's wearing a pair of gray sweats.
I cover my ears, not wanting to hear her logic about the situation. This is definitely no misunderstanding. When I came home from a devastating day and broke down telling Ashley the details of the illicit affair I've had with my billionaire boss, I expected her to be on my side. To trash him with me and talk about how horrible men are. I did
