Playing Jealousy Games With A Billionaire
Language: en
I was the sole heir to the country’s largest fortune, the undisputed golden boy of Manhattan’s elite. When my childhood friend, Naomi, returned to the States, I threw a lavish welcome-home gala in her honor. But her boyfriend, Brody, didn't see it as a friendly gesture. Without warning, he backhanded me across the face, then dumped an entire glass of scotch over my head. "I know your type," he spat, pointing a finger at my dripping face. "The 'best friend.' You're nothing but a pathetic dog in heat, waiting for her to slip up." Naomi grabbed his arm, but instead of apologizing, she just…