Chapter 19 : Prince Not-So-Charming

*Ava*

I am arm candy. That’s all I can say. I am standing in a room full of men who are talking and laughing and discussing business, and staring at other women like me who are vapidly hanging onto the men they came with and giving a little giggle – or even a little wiggle – when some other man’s attention turns their way.

They sip champagne and they giggle.

All. Night. Long.

And now … now I’m one of them.

As a graduate student studying management, this should be a golden opportunity for me to network. But aside from introducing me around to his colleagues when we got there, James has preferred for me to be a silent statue at his side.

I hate it. I want out of here.

I try to think of some excuse, any excuse, to leave this hell of being surrounded by Stepford women.

I have a brain. No man here thinks I can use it. Least of all, it seems, James.

James is all charm. Mostly. Actually, I start to think he might not be as charming as I originally thought, that first niggle