Cruel Intentions

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d me a flas

efore taking the gift. "I wo

er the head if you consider something as stupi

ocket on the inside of my jac

ed that wife of his on their wedding night, even if she cried bitter tears. That's who he is and who he expects you to

friends, Logan, but I'm also y

m trying to keep you alive. Alejandra is a gro

counter four months ago, but I knew she still looked young-younger than I preferred. A few months wouldn't change that.

oy it, will you? Tonight, you'll have

m before I coul

my right and across from him waited one of Alejandra's friends,

Altair entered with Alejandra at his side. She was dressed in an elegant long whit

e, I noticed the small sunflowers woven into her hair and bridal bouquet. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment I caught the

elegant dress. Still, her fine-boned, clammy hand in mi

ase with the situation. Only I could feel her trembling.

I wasn't sure what she was looking for. Maybe wistfulness or even sadness. I remem

the bride," th

s which fluttered shut a moment before I firmly pressed my mouth against hers. Until this moment, physical closeness with Alejandra had seemed like something that I'd have to force myself to allow, a struggle forgetting her age and

he held my gaze, a blush creeping up her cheeks. The

he corner of my eye, I saw her puzzled expression before I led h

pped my shoulder with a challenging smile. "And how was th

of course. He stepped back and faced Alejandra, giving a small bow. Her answering smile was the kind of

ick liar, someone who smiled at you one moment only to stab you in the back the next. Alejandra wa

er updo. Those would have to go first. Too li

worn the jewelry I sent her. I leaned down to her. "Wh