Chapter 12

Donovan's blood boiled at the sight of Giselle's smug expression. He moved closer. "It's always about the money with you, isn't it? Whatever you're trying to bleed him for—name your price. I'll pay it right now." As he pulled out his phone to make the transfer, Giselle let out a derisive laugh. "Donovan, you don't seriously believe every man I'm with is just for money, do you? You couldn't be more wrong." She stood up, closing the distance between them, her eyes locked on his. "Let me spell it out for you. Zachary is the 'younger guy' who took me out for late-night snacks last time. We've known each other for six months now. "Unlike a stale 34-year-old like you, he's young, energetic, sweet, romantic, and actually meets my emotional needs. So yeah, I've decided to date this perfect, adorable younger guy. Why ruin things by bringing money into it?" Donovan fought to keep his anger in check, his voice rough as he demanded, "You slept with him?" Giselle smirked. "Yeah. He's just as