Cruel Intentions Novel Novels & Stories

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

Why hell does she have to be beautiful I silently cursed to myself. And Carter too looked like he was enjoying his interaction with Emma. He did his gorgeous beautiful smile that he usually did to me but instead right now he was seductively smiling at another woman. One of those seductive, killer smiles that immediately put me back up. A smile that told the woman there was no question he was interested. What the ever loving hell? I stood a few steps away from them, unnoticed, as I attempted to control the vicious jealousy and anger that surged through my veins. I wasn’t a jealous person, I reminded myself.