They Said I Was Too Wild for Him. They Were Right.
Language: en
I was the quintessential bad girl. I spent five years chasing Carter Sterling, the flawless golden boy everyone admired. He was aloof, arrogant, and constantly looked down on me. "You smell like smoke. It's disgusting." I would just shamelessly wrap my arms around his neck, bite his lip, and pass the nicotine lozenge from my mouth into his. After dating for a year, I hand-crafted a pair of custom rings. I ran off to find him, ecstatic, only to overhear someone asking what he thought of the Dupont heiress. His eyes were indifferent: "Not bad. Pretty obedient." My breath caught in my throat.…