My Billionaire Boyfriend Faked Poverty—Then Called Me a Gold Digger

"Just before we left work, Evan Carter, my boyfriend of five years, bought a latte for his new assistant, an intern named Brooke Miller, and picked one up for me too.

The order sticker read: Double shot. Almond milk.

I glanced at it and asked the woman cleaning nearby if she wanted it. She took it.

Evan's expression darkened. ""Lia, it's a cup of coffee. Seriously?""

I kept packing my bag. ""I'm allergic to almonds. Did you forget?""

Brooke always ordered her lattes with two shots and almond milk.