‘You will never be on my level, Baby, but one thing is for sure … it’s not beneath you at all. I am so out of your league that you’re practically non-existent from my viewpoint.’ I toss back my hair and give him my best Camilla sass move, raising brows and smirking evilly.

‘Yeah, this is such a classy look … Baby! I’m so gutted that I don’t meet your standards.’ He picks up a strand of my lank, mousy brown hair and tugs it, that smarmy look that makes me want to ...