Vanessa
All men are the same. The thought hit me so hard I had to look down at my glass to keep from throwing it in his face.
All of them.
Ethan, with his elegant coldness, with that impeccable way of hurting while adjusting his tie and going on with his day as if he hadn't broken anything.
Alexander, with his calculated superiority, with that tone of a man who thinks he understands everything, even me…
All men are assholes.
They're all the same, they just come in different packages… Do they think I don't understand? They're equally lustful and damned, they just pretend to be angels in front of the women they actually care about…
I took a deep breath and forced myself to sit down again. If I stayed standing, I was going to break something.
I picked up my wine glass and took
