The Billionaire’s Protégé: How I Stole the Hero’s Heart

My roommate tossed her spare phone into my lap with a look of pure disgust.

"This 35-year-old boomer is so annoying! Constantly making me memorize finance vocabulary, write market reports, and he even tries to control my weekend clubbing!"

"It was just some online flirting. He's such a control freak, acting like he's my dad!"

"But even though he's a nag, he wires five hundred bucks for living expenses right on time every month. It's perfect for a broke girl like you. The account is yours."

I didn't bother responding, ready to get back to my textbook.