Badgering My Billionaire Bully
“Yup. Why are you so thrifty? I was going through your file when you were in the shower, and you don’t spend money frivolously. Why? You’re an award-winning author. You make good money. You have, if my calculations are correct, gotten at least a million from your inheritance thus far. Why don’t you splurge more?”
“Imposter syndrome,” she shrugged as she stared longingly at the glass.
“It’s already poured, Presley. Drink it.” He teased her. “What do you mean imposter syndrome?”
“My first book I wrote when I was nineteen and in college. It hit big. I didn’t have a degree yet. I didn’t have any experience. I simply wrote, tweaked it, wrote some more and then showed it to a friend who showed it