Her Best Friend Paid In Full

Summary

Ever since he found out my family owns a Michelin-starred restaurant in the heart of downtown, my girlfriend’s male best friend had practically moved in.

He dined there nearly every night, bringing clients, friends, and hangers-on for tasting menus that ran easily four figures a head. For three solid months, he ate like royalty. And for three solid months, he never signed a single slip or touched a bill.

I let it slide only because of Giselle. She was my fiancée in all but name, and whenever the ledger started looking absurd, she would smooth it over with sweet talk, bringing me expensive…