ZARIA'S POV
“Can you believe that…that woman?!” I snapped the second I slammed the front door shut, kicking off my heels and storming into the living room where David was lounging on the couch in front of the TV, with a giant bag of chips.
“What woman?” he asked around a mouthful of barbecue flavoring, turning his head and blinking at me in genuine confusion.
I tossed my purse onto the accent chair and flopped down hard beside him, glaring daggers at the wall. “Ashley!”
“Ashley?” David repeated, his brows pulling together. “Your ex-fiancé’s sidepiece?”
“The very same…bitc…woman!” I replied heatedly, crossing my arms over my chest.
David chewed slowly as he eyed me, then smiled, “ I don't know what she did but based on past actions, I believe you've earned the right to call her a bit
