I froze for a second, kinda thrown off. “I went shopping with Paul, and now you’re telling me I like guys flocking around me?”
Ronald's face was blank. “Isn’t that exactly what it looks like? I mean, what kind of woman goes shopping with her male assistant, laughing and chatting, and even setting up a meetup back home?”
I scoffed, laughter bubbling up from sheer anger. So basically, in his mind, hanging out with Paul = cheating or trying to?
“That’s your narrow mindset talking. Have you never seen rich ladies go shopping with a whole entourage? Sometimes it's not just assistants, but bodyguards too. You gonna say they’re hooking up with all of them?”
His lips pressed into a tight line. “You said it—bodyguards, as in plural.”
My face went cold. “Ronald, don’t push it. I spe
