Dating The Richest Mamas Boy Ever

Summary

I was about five seconds away from dumping my sad, discounted Caesar salad over my co-worker’s head.

Madison had been running her mouth for ten minutes, and frankly, I’d had enough. She was currently trashing the intern she’d just started dating, calling him a "total mama’s boy," and—get this—trying to pawn him off on me.

"I’m serious, Cass," she said, picking at her manicure. "He has to ask his mother for everything. He literally FaceTimed her to ask what he should order for dinner on our first date. The internet says guys like that are a death trap.