The Wrong Mr Right Novels & Stories

There was nothing wrong with sex. I struck my best pose, sticking my chest out and keeping my stomach tight as the first man entered. He slowly walked through the room but chose Melanie, a voluptuous blonde. The blondes always got picked. Maybe I should dye my hair? I let out a slow breath as Scott sauntered into the room.

"What does it say?" Charlotte picked it up. Unlocked it. Held it across the table. He pressed play. The message was forty-three seconds long. A man's voice — not threatening in tone, controlled and professional in the way of someone who had learned to make threats sound like advice. He said Charlotte's name once. He said: *You've been making things complicated for people who don't need complication. The Calloway engagement is a business matter and it needs to conclude without interference. If you're sensible, you'll find somewhere else to be before the wedding. If you're not sensible, complications have a way of becoming expensive.* A pause. *This is not a conversation anyone needs to have t

But as I closed my eyes against his chest, my phone buzzed again with a new notification. This message wasn’t from the public. It was from an unknown number. The message was short, but it sent ice down my spine. It read, “You just made the biggest mistake of your life.” Attached was a single photo, it was taken from outside the penthouse window just last night. It showed Cameron and me standing by the couch, still half-dressed, holding each other right after Joe had been dragged away. The caption underneath read: “Next time we won’t knock. And next time, we won’t miss.”

That shouldn’t have been possible, and yet it sat in front of me like something undeniable, something no explanation or time could soften anymore. My fingers curled slightly at my side, not in anger, but in something quieter, more contained—like my entire reaction had been pulled inward instead of outward. “What did you do when you noticed it?” I asked. Mr. Pitt let out a slow breath before answering, his voice heavier than before. “I contacted Alpha Adrien, to tell him there was a mistake in the result provided, but he never answered my calls.” “So you stayed silent,” I said quietly, the words not rising as a question but settling as fact.