My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
She laughed, loud and sharp.
"A poverty-stricken wannabe orphan like you got a freebie scholarship and somehow within three months after your internship, you were able to get the latest iPhone, a G wagon, and rumor has it that you have rare vintage jewelry and bags delivered to your doorstep." She paused, a cocky grin on her flawless face, her Chanel bag with a rare Labubu glinting on its zipper and rare gems decorating her ears.
"Now tell me, Nova Wretched Hart, are you or are you not a gold digger?" Her voice drew me back to her perfectly glossed-up lips spewing all this trash.