Spoil My Sweet Widow Novels & Stories

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

She had that energy—carefree, like shopping was therapy. “I need to get him some clothes from the children’s section. Will you be okay here?” “Sure,” I replied casually. “We’ll be back in five.” She winked, though I almost laughed. Sarah and five minutes in a boutique? That was the real fantasy. I turned toward a nearby display, trailing my fingers along a rack of silky black dresses when I heard the voice that could sour milk. “Well, look what the wind blew in—if it isn’t the Black Widow herself. Or should I say, Slut Queen?”

, the words abruptly came out of her mouth without rethinking again . " What ! A murderer ? ", At her response a sudden look of disappointment fall over his face as if he had just missed a train. " Yeah am not going to stay with a man whose reputation is vile ", She countered again in the coldest tone she could muster up. " My reputation is vile but am not a murderer so better watch out" , He growled. " Err ! Ahh ! Why do you act surprised, don't you know the innocent ladies you have so far killed after sleeping with them ", Even when she saw the way his icy blue eyes turned out to dark brown she still provoked while chuckling .

“What a coincidence, I didn’t think I will bump into you like this,’ a familiar voice said and she turned her head to look. It was her husband’s step sister; she really loathed that woman a lot. “How are you?” she asked as soon as she saw her. “I am doing fine as you can see. I can see that you came to squander his money like always. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” Wendy asked her and she looked at her. She hated people like Wendy, people who were so full of themselves that they thought the world only revolves around them. “How can I be ashamed when I am just spending what my husband makes?” “I cannot believe this. I wonder where he picked such a shameless gold digger like you. It’s just a