Chapter 8

Danika Williams

I am so fucking drunk.

I was playing a game where I would take a drink every time the old man showed off his wealth or made a sleazy comment.

At some point during the dinner, I turned my chair towards Jake so I don’t have to look at that creep’s face. For some reason, he thinks that I am going to date him, irrespective of how I feel. Obviously I know why, my mom probably fed him lies that I was looking for a rich husband to settle down with and she probably warned him about my bitchy nature too.

“Jake, your biceps are h-huge? I want big biceps too!” I slur as I look him in his eyes. He was very happy with the way the night had turned out. Richard was trying to talk to me but I kept talking to Jake. My throat was dry as I was blabbing for half and hour now and no one was making an effort to stop me.

“Listen beautiful”

Jeez, this man again.

“What?” I bark as I look at him with anger evident in my eyes, how many times do I have to ask him to stop calling me that. Why can