Spitfire

Chapter 1

"Hey Vic im outside" I said to Vic on the phone, just as I was pulling up outside the creamy brown building. God I hope that asshole didnt make the divorce hard on her. Before I could insult him any further, Vic ran up to the passenger seat and hopped in.

"Vic, hey. How was it?"

She sighed.

"Ive finally gotten rid of the bastard"

"Thank the lord for that"

"I hate the way he was looking at me in court"

"He doesnt know what he's lost just yet honey. He'll figure out what you were worth once the slutty beach-blonde tramps are all over him."

"Oh gosh like the ones we see

outside the clubs. God ratchet asses"

I laughed. Vic pulled out a lighter and cigarette. What the...I pulled up on the side of the road and stared at her.

"Vic!"

"What" she managed to say, while stuffing the cigarette in between her parted lips.

"Vic when did you start smoking again?! God you quit remember"

She shrugged. "Yea well im starting now"

"No" I said while I grabbed the ligher and the cigarette and tossed them out of the window. "No you arent"

I have a serious thing against smoking. I mean why not just kill

yourself instead of asking for lung cancer.

"Bitch what the hell was that for" she yelled.

"I swear to god if you as much as touch a cigarette or a lighter I will chop you into bits and make pie with your remains"

"Should I be scared?"

"God Vic and to think that a divorce might bring some sense of maturity in you"

She scoffed. "Babe im wilder"

"You're 27 for Christs sake"

She stared at me.

"Youre 26 and the amount of guys that have visited your bedroom honey is way more than the guys ive met so far in my life. Now how

is that grown up and mature"

"I wasnt married.....ever. You were. You committed meaning you have had more mature experiences than me."

"Dont bullshit Abby"

"Two years of commitment did nothing did it"

"Uh yeah now I know how to share a bathroom"

I chuckled.

"Vic lets hit the club tonight"

"Hell yea im not saying no to that"

I grinned, as we turned into my penthouse's private parking.

"Oh yea and Abby I bought the penthouse on the floor above yours just as you said"

"Good because im sick of your

dirty panties lying around everywhere" I grimaced at the though. I remember once finding one of her bras in the kitchen, I dont even know how it got there.

She smirked. "Abby dont even get me started on your disgusting laundry basket"

"Its my house"

"Yea and thank god I aint living there anymore"

"Honey its an honour to have a penthouse on seventh avenue ok. Dont insult my house"

Though I loved fifth even more.

"I wont need to once im done with my place"

We were a pair of proud bitches.

"Vic wear something sexy ok we're

gonna get you someone hot tonight"

"Jesus I just got divorced. Shouldnt you be by my side while Im grieving over it"

I stared at her blankly, blinking repeatedly.

"You...grieving over a divorce you've wanted for ages. Honey I bet you cant wait to get your hands down another pair of pants"

She winked. "You got that right"

The elevator then stopped at my floor. I entered my penthouse and lounged around for a bit before slipping on a tight and strapless red satin dress that ended just below my butt. Yes I dress like a slut. At least I look worthy of sex, not like a

cheap ratchet ass piece of shit.