Wife? I knew Ashton’s grandfather had a wife, but I didn’t pay enough attention to high class people to know his wife was the hot woman standing in front of me. There were a lot of rich men who liked younger women, but Laila was like thirty… forty… years younger than Cameron.
“W-why are you here?” I asked, hoping that my shock didn’t come off as offensive to her.
“Cameron asked me to bring you home. Something about how we would bond since we were almost the same age…”
I shuddered at the thought. There was no way I could bond with someone who gave me a condescending look like I was the only gold-digger between the both of us—not like I was really a gold-digger, the whole world just thought that I was.
“Let’s leave,” Laila said impatiently and I gave her a look.
Could she really not see
