Vincent Maddox is the bane of my existence. The cocky jerk with the God complex has made it his mission to make my life miserable since the day I moved to Chicago. New job. New town. New start.That is until my long-distance boyfriend decided to break up with me...via text.Heart break can make you do stupid things. In my case, it made me drink way too much whiskey and hook up with my a-hole arch nemesis. Vince Maddox is the bane of my existence...or is he?
Q. B. Tyler
