Jett
With Asia at my side, I began to feel better about things. The guilt was still there, but it was a weight I was getting used to. And when the neighbors came for a little dinner party on the fourth night there, I remembered exactly why I had a fake wife in the first place.
My mother, the matchmaker!
Five, very eligible rich bitches had come with their old-money families to Mom’s soiree. Three of them were tall, elegant, and snooty, two were short, chunky, and insecure. All three were green with envy about Asia. None of them were nice to her. A thing that was pissing me off to no end.
Madison of the Greenberg family was the biggest b***h of all. One of the tall women, she kind of overshadowed them all. With her hands on her skinny hips, she looked Asia up and down as I came outside,
