Chapter 94

Madison

I gripped my coffee cup tighter, knuckles turning white. The whispers grew louder, more vicious.

“Look at her, acting all high and mighty in that Chanel blouse.” A woman’s nasal voice carried across the cafeteria. “Probably picked it up from a dumpster behind Bergdorf’s.”

“That’s definitely a knockoff.” Another chimed in. “No way she could afford the real thing on a PA salary.”

“I’ve been in accounting for five years,” someone complained. “What qualifications does she have to manage a multi-million dollar project?”

“God, have you seen her face without makeup?” A particularly nasty voice cut through. “Who’d want to fuck that?”

“Maybe she does it with the lights off.” Cruel laughter followed.

I took another sip of coffee, remembering how Alexander had fucked me against his office windows last week, the entire city spread out below us as he’d made me come three times. The same office these bitter bitches walked past every day.