Ethan's POV
Tiffany stood there, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish out of water. For once in her life, she had nothing to say. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy as molasses.
I straightened my shoulders, feeling lighter with each passing second. "Nothing to say? That's new."
Her perfectly manicured fingers twisted around her purse strap, knuckles white with tension.
"Here's some free advice." I leaned in close, dropping my voice. "If Daniel isn't cutting it in the bedroom or the bank account department, I'm sure plenty of trust fund babies love to finance your expensive habits. Make a spreadsheet and rank them by net worth and s****l performance. That seems right up your alley."
Her face turned an interesting shade of red. "You're being crude."
"And you're bein
