Page 2 of Wanted Bride for the Cruel Mafia King
She had transferred from Harvard to Penn State with the sole purpose of keeping an eye on me.
Leaving the prestigious Harvard seemed like a crazy decision to me. Nora and my sister Natalia were in the same class at Harvard, both being twenty years old and part of the same group of friends. I couldn't fathom how Natalia could be friends with her.
The audacity of this woman to monitor my actions. I’m a grown ass man and could choose to be with whoever I want. Our marriage would only be a business arrangement, after all.
As my fourth year of college progressed, I found myself attending classes less and less to avoid running into Norah. Even though I was supposed to graduate the previous year, I chose to prioritize partying instead.
Exiting chem class, I glared at the F at the top of my exam. I’m smarter than this. I’d attend my most important classes more often. A small figure rams into my chest.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you,” a soft voice says.
I take my eyes off the test and meet her chestnut brown eyes. It feels like all the air leaves my lungs as I stand there, cemented in place.
Her attire is much different from the other students. Everyone pretty much wears sweats, jeans, and t-shirts. She’s wearing beige slacks, an oversized black sweater, and casual dress shoes. Her brown hair is pulled into a low bun. My gaze skates over her pecan face and those plump nude-colored lips.
I snap out of my trance. “Are you ok?”
Her brows shoot up. “Am I ok? I bumped into you.”
I chuckle. “But I’m a big guy who’s solid muscle.”
She visibly swallows, and her tongue glides over her lower lip. I think she likes what she sees.
“I’m Nick and you are?”
“Late for class,” she bites back.
“Ok, late for class. Have a good day.”
She rolls her eyes. “The names Kinsley.”
The beautiful ray of sunshine darts off down the hallway.
I peek at the door ahead and gesture for my bodyguard to approach.
“What’s up, boss?”
“Axe, I want you to follow the young woman I was talking to. I also want to know her class schedule.”
“Boss, I’m not supposed to leave you.”
I nod. “Boulder’s in the Yukon. I can make it from here to there.”
His brows bunch together. “But if your father finds out.”
“I’m the acting boss right now. And I’m giving you a direct fucking order to find out all you can about Kinsley.”
He smooths a hand over his short brown hair.
“All right, boss.” He stalks down the hallway toward Kinsley.
Shit, I can be such an asshole sometimes. He’s just doing his job. If something happens to me, my father wouldn’t give a fuck about my new obsession. My only obsession. How can I call her an obsession? I don’t know her. But I want to know everything there is to know about her.
I can’t wait to crush those plump lips.
“Hey you. Aren’t you supposed to be in business finance class?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
I glance over at Norah. She's wearing skintight jeans and a pink tank top that barely covers her navel under a wool coat. She loves showing off her body whenever she can.