The Unmasked Heiress's Revenge

start my shift. The manag

. Fowler booked the most

as broke. How could he aff

watching and pulled up th

a bet and had to date a

me five hundred bucks a month

women draped over his arms, his expression softening. "These are the

t a bitt

poor and a

as my own

g Lucas, grabbed a thick stack of cash, and slapp

.

ning, keys clinke

king of alcohol and ch

he shouted, reaching to

leaving his arms

Met with clients today. Drank way too much. My head's killing me. But paying for

rned in my

reminded me how I'd

ty. Can you grab me

e before, I didn't jump to fetch it. I stay

fting to meet mine. "Babe, what's wrong?

im. "The couch sui

the bedroom, and locke

disbelief, but his drunken

a shower, I sat at my

. His eyes landed on the new perfume bottle on

grin from the night before. "Do you know how h

ering to glance at him. "It's my

tared,

d accommodating, never ch

cross his face. "Babe, what's up? Still

r, trying to hug

ng, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I

d a dust bag from his satchel. "Oh! I get it. You're mad because you think I

ved designer bags? I went to so many stores to find this. I could only afford one bu

d his arm,

finding it lau

y bags lined an entire wall at home.

fakes with such confid

the "expensive" gift. "You love it, don't you? Take i

a mocking edge as

him, expre

table, slashed the bag several ti

n before me with disgust. "