Gold Digger (Daydreamer, #2)

by Susie Tate

“You know that I eat your custard creams,” I whispered, mortified. He chuckled. “Lottie, you eat about three packets a week. Who do you think makes sure there’s a steady supply?”

“So, I asked Mrs H to come back and do the actual cleaning. By the time Lottie gets to my house, there’s literally nothing for her to do. No washing up, bathrooms are spotless. And she doesn’t eat enough, so I might have started leaving food for her.” I have a chef who I now pay to make double the amount of food.

Lottie Forest was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, and she had been for a long fucking time. And I’d watched right there in my home as that weight finally took its toll and crushed her. I never ever wanted to see her like that again.

I know first-hand what happens when people like me don’t blend in, when we aren’t easy. I wanted to punch everyone who’d ever made her feel that way, but I knew I’d have to punch myself in the process.