Leah
He talked about his ex-wife and how she refused to respect him because she earned more. How modern feminism ruined women making wives not to know their places anymore.
I blinked.
No, seriously, where the hell did Sam find this douche bag?
"I want a housewife," he continued. "I heard you're the CEO of your father's company. Nepotism at its finest," he clicked his tongue. "Anyway, you'd have to quit if we're going to get married."
My fork froze over my plate. "We??"
He chuckled. "You are thirty-two. That's an age where you shouldn't be picky about men. I'm doing you a favour by marrying you. No one wants a woman your age who's already..." he smirked his eyes, moving to my chest. "Used and old."
My jaw dropped.
The actual f**k?!
"I understand why your ex-wife left you. And I s
