The Billionaire’s Trap
Language: en
Three months into dating Ethan Black, he took me to meet his "boys." The guys were cracking inside jokes and roasting Ethan. I stood there, wearing a carefully practiced smile. Chloe Miller tossed Ethan’s jacket back at him. "You wore the wrong jacket last night, fine. But returning it without dry cleaning? Gross." One of the guys, eager to stir the pot, sneered, "Ethan, you really found yourself a princess, huh? Take my advice, pick a girl who's domesticated and useful!" "Hand-washing clothes, cooking fresh meals, buying gifts for her man every month—you gotta test her for like three…