The Wrong Women Novels & Stories

"I did no such thing..." "Didn't you? You told Kevin his entire life that he was perfect. That he deserved everything. That he was entitled to whatever he wanted, including Charlotte. You never held him accountable for anything. Never taught him that actions have consequences." I lean against the wall. "You created a monster, Mrs. Anders. And now you're shocked that the monster acted like one." "Kevin is not a monster! He's a good man who made mistakes..." "Good men don't beat women. Good men don't kidnap people. Good men don't try to rape their ex-wives." My voice is ice. "Kevin is a monster. And if you can't see that, then you're as wicked as he is."

Forbidden Fantasies

"The kids. To get money from him. That's what these women do, right? They trap rich men. They have their babies. Then they come back for the payout in disguise of child support." "Disgusting." The first woman spat the word. "She's a monster. I hope they lock her up." I felt the floor tilt. I felt my chest tighten. I felt my hands curl into fists. Maya turned wanting to go back. I grabbed her arm quickly. "Don't," I whispered. "But they're adding more lies on top of the already known lie." Maya's face was red. Her eyes were blazing. "Don't. Let's not make a scene here," I whispered.

After a long pause, she could only say, "He didn't do it on purpose. He just made a mistake. Do you really have to go this far? He feels worse about this than any of you do." Lewis struggled to his feet. Tears covered his face, and his voice was hoarse. "I'm sorry, everyone... This is all my fault... I really did read it wrong. I thought our entire class was assigned to Westhaven..." I yawned and cut him off lazily, "You thought the whole class was assigned to Westhaven? Then why did you single me out? "Or was it because you knew everyone had the same test center, but deliberately waited until we were about to board the buses before telling me I was different from everyone else?

"I keep waiting for you to realize how insane this entire situation is." His brows pull together. "I know I made mistakes." There it is again that stupid word, like sleeping with another woman was an accounting error, like getting her pregnant was a scheduling conflict. My laugh is bitter. "Stop calling it that." His eyes narrow. "Calling it what?" "A mistake." The anger building inside me becomes harder to contain. “Putting your dick in another woman isn't a mistake." I point at him. "Lying isn't a mistake." My voice rises. "Fucking her over and over again isn't a fucking mistake."

“You’re going.” Ivy Hart slowly looked up from her book, disbelief filling her face immediately. “Absolutely not.” Scarlett leaned against the bedroom doorway with her arms crossed, looking flawless even in irritation. Their identical dark hair fell in soft waves over their shoulders, their matching gray eyes sharp with opposite emotions, to strangers they looked exactly alike, same height, same face and same beauty. But personality changed everything, Scarlett carried confidence like a crown, Ivy carried silence like armor. “Stop being dramatic,” Scarlett said impatiently. “It’s just prom.”

“As it should be.” Neither man realized that they were standing on opposite sides of the same misunderstanding. William believed Raymond was confirming the match with Sarah Kensington. Raymond believed William was speaking about Marilyn. Both were satisfied. Both were certain. And neither suspected the disaster quietly building beneath their feet.

I ran my fingers through my hair once more, trying to get as much volume as I could. I strutted down to the main living space of the house where myself and the three other women working this Friday night gathered. I sat down on the oversized couch. Here we would sit as the gentlemen callers would enter and choose the woman he wanted to spend his evening with. After payment with Dominic we would disappear to do whatever activity the man had paid for. Surprisingly, not all men came for the sex. Some, though rare, would simply be looking for a female companion to talk to. Most would prefer an activity such as dinner, a massage, or a dip in the hot tub before moving to the bedroom for sex. Sex w

#It’s a M3L0N#: “What a vicious woman!” #Haier’s Brother#: “Framing others with drugs, what a disgusting act! She’s ruined another person’s reputation for a lifetime.”

“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”