Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King
I explain, “I don't know who this person could be but..."
"Oh Addy," A sickeningly sweet voice curdles my stomach as I make my last turn into the living room. "I hope you don't mind, but I missed Livy. It's been so long since we've hung out together."
If it weren't for her voice and the overwhelming scent of apricots, I wouldn't have recognized her dressed as she is. Jessica Johnson, supermodel, is standing in my living room wearing a cropped sweater and oversized jeans. Her hair is pulled back high in a ponytail, showing her elegant cheekbones. The only typical thing about her is all of the makeup, which has been done to the level of glam meant to look natural but took hours to do. I know t