Connor knew what people called you: a gold digger or whatever they want to call it. But he knew damn well that your eyes that are so full of love when you look him, couldn’t care less about how much money he has in his bank account. “Here you go, sir.” His secretary, Valerie gives him some papers, ghosting her fingers on his. He knew what she was doing, she wasn’t the first one. But he couldn’t care less about a pretty face when he has a beautiful wife at home.