CHAPTER 57
A w***e. I was definitely a w***e. I stared at the swirling red drink in my wine glass, tempted strongly to shove it down my throat but something was holding me back. It was almost midnight and yet the club downstairs was lit as f**k. Vincent was right, everyone else was right except me. Suddenly feeling angry, I threw the wine glass at the door, the first tear finally rolling down my cheeks. Why was I even crying?
“Now what has that poor glass done to you?” Nick was standing by the door of my office, hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Vincent was leaning by the door, arms crossed as he eyed me with malice.
“Aren’t you just done throwing accusations at me?”
“Trust me I’m not even close to getting done yet. Can I take a seat or do I have to f**k you first?” Vincent que
