f**k.
This was really what I needed to completely screw the day up. I turned around and shot her a shrewd look.
"What are you doing here at this hour?" I inquired tartly. No doubt she was out to party her brains off as always. And no doubt she wants to drag me too.
The f**k she will.
"I came to see you, baby," Victoria smiled, red lips showing perfect white teeth.
Dressed in a skimpy silver cocktail dress and heels that would make you feel like you were standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower, she was an eptiome of perfection. And even a week ago, I would have grabbed her, thrown her on the counter and tethered this dress to pieces without even a second thought. But right now, I want her gone. I was no longer interested in perfection.
The definition of perfection was different
