This Silly Love Game

~~|Prologue|~~

Everything went in to a downward spiral from the first day I saw Brendan. His eyes trained on mine, his shiny brunette hair flipped in just the right way, and yet he was the perfect sign of disaster. I was an innocent young adult, unaware of his type. It wasn't until the night after he took my V-card that I caught him cheating. She was quite the beauty, her long wavy chestnut hair and blue eyes beat my auburn hair and blue eyes any day. Never mind the fact that she was a model for a hot new magazine known as "Coco Bella".

As the days dragged on after he cheated on me I barely survived. I refused to eat in hopes that he would would want me back if I were skinny. That never happened. So instead I buried myself in studies. Which was the best idea I ever had. Now here I am, on of the youngest and most successful bachelorettes in the world. Which makes it safe to say that Brendan cheating was the best possible thing.

"Victoria! Victoria!" All of a sudden, Peighton appears in front of me. One thing everyone should know about Peighton is, she's a bit overweight. Which doesn't do justice to a majority of the clothes she wears.

"Oh, yes I have the reports done," I answer back, immediately snapping out of my daze. She smiles and takes the folder off my desk. It's only a couple more hours until my new assistant comes in to meet me before his fist day tomorrow. Peighton says he is well qualified for this company. I just hope she's right.

My computer buzzed, and I clicked my inbox. Ryland, my advertising director, had sent me a report on his progress. At the end he wrote:

Wanna grab some coffee when I get back from Florida?

With much love,

Ryland

Even though Ryland has a super model wife and 3 kids he still feels the need to go out with other women. His wife, Francesca, gladly allows it. Personally, I don't really like going out with him. Call me crazy, but I don't really like going out with anybody. So I wrote back:

Sorry, can't. I have way too much work to do. Thanks anyway.

Sorry for the inconvenience,

Victoria B.

People didn't really know me outside of the professional field. Well except my best friend Selena Taylor. She's the only one I have time for. Well actually she's the only person I can stand.

My computer buzzed once again this time an email for the new assistant. He wrote:

I know this is a really bad first impression but my girlfriend is being a bit moody and is major jealous about you, my new girl boss. So she is insisting on coming with. Is that alright?

Sincerely,

Brendan

His name is Brendan? It couldn't be the same one. There's just no way. So I typed back:

It gives me a good impression of you because you asked. She may come as long as she's not disruptive and/or rude.

Thank you,

Victoria B.

I sent the message and sat back in my chair. Peighton is leaving tomorrow, I just can't bare to see my best co-worker leave. She's hardworking and sweet, truthfully I don't know what the hell I'm going to do without her.

It wasn't until about fifteen minutes in to relaxing that I realized my office needed a bit of work. So I got out of my comfy chair and began to tidy up a bit.

After I finally got everything organized Peighton came rushing in. Her hair is in a knot and she looks excited.

"He's here," she yells loudly in my ear; making me mentally groan. So when I look over to who's standing in the door my heart just stops. It's him. The man he tore my heart in to a million pieces. And he's my new assistant.