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I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the show. Poor gold-digging Isha. She didn't know what she'd walked into. Between Candy, Deb, and Caitlyn, the girl would be lucky to leave with any dignity.
"I have an internship secured at Guy's and St. Thomas' NHS Foundation Trust, which could turn into a full-time position."
"Isha is the top in her class," Ace remarked.
"Really?" Candy scowled.
"How do you even know that?" Isha asked uncomfortably.
"I heard your friends mention it at the bar. That's where we met. Isha works at a bar in Kensington where I was staying," he continued, watching Caitlyn intently.
"Is that where you live? In Kensington?" Caitlyn asked.
Ace laughed. "I doubt Isha can afford that."
Isha paled at that blatant remark about her social status. It was grossly unfair, what was being done to her, but I needed her gone as much as everyone else at this table.
"I live in Tower Hamlets."
"You should see her place…man, that area is rundown." Ace was now making fun of her home and I felt a need to protect her, which I curbed.
This would make it clear to her that her gold-digging designs would not work. I was glad Ace was showing his true colors and giving Isha the opportunity to run. I wouldn't mind driving her to the airport tonight.
Isha smiled warmly, and I noticed she'd put on some kind of invisible blanket around her, which made her sit up straighter, and that regality that was so attractive about her shone through.
"Tower Hamlets, like any urban area, faces its share of challenges. It has been historically one of the more economically deprived areas of London, which contributes to higher rates of crime and social issues compared to more affluent boroughs," she stated. "But significant regeneration efforts and improvements in recent years have made a big difference. It may not be Chelsea or Mayfair, but I love living where I do. The diversity is abundant, as is the cultural richness. It's a close-knit community."
Fuck me! I found strength in a woman attractive, and there was something about how she'd delivered her little speech that got my dick to stand up and say hello.
Dinner continued, and by the time we were done with our desserts, the "let's get Isha the hell out of Montana" part of the program was getting old, even for me. Sending someone a message was one thing, but kicking someone repeatedly went against my sense of fairness.
It went too far when I found Isha being accosted by Caitlyn on the porch where she'd escaped to.
"Is that why you're here?" Caitlyn demanded.
"Excuse me?" Isha, who'd been leaning on her elbows over the railing, straightened. I watched the scene unfold without interfering.
"It's obvious from your clothes and where you live you don't have a lot of money."
I saw nothing wrong with what Isha was wearing. She had on a white dress with yellow flowers that was buttoned down in the front and covered her from neck to mid-calf. Her arms were bare, but Caitlyn was wearing a tight, short dress that made her look like an expensive hooker.
"No, I don't have a lot of money," Isha admitted, and I could feel her amusement.
"How much would it take for you to leave Montana now?"
Oh fuck!
But I was curious to hear Isha's answer, so I held back my desire to go out and defend our guest.
"None at all," Isha replied simply. "If Ace wants me gone, I'll be on my way."
"Oh, he'll want you gone. You're nothing but a slut, and you won't get your gold-digging paws on my man."
I stepped away from my prime spot to watch them as Caitlyn marched back into the house. I came out and Isha sighed when she looked at me.
She put her hands on the porch railing and leaned forward, her gorgeous ass sticking out.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
