Twisted Matchmaking

Caroline pov:

He had on a sleek, black suit. I could see his backside as he faced away from me. The well-fitted suit made him appear even more attractive.

As he had his back to me, I couldn't help but think, "Wow, I could die a happy woman right this instant."

But then the paranoia set in, was this all part of his sinister plan, to lure me in with his suave good looks before striking?

"What the actual fuck are you doing here?" I hissed at him.

He turned around, that infuriating grin plastered all over his face.

"Why, I'm here for dinner, my dear Caroline," he said.

"There is no dinner," I retorted, slamming the door in his face.

Seriously, how the hell did he even know we were having dinner?

But the nerve of this guy! He used his hands to stop the door from closing, pushing his way in.

"Your father invited me," he said smugly.

"No, he did not! Why on earth would he invite you, you creep?" I exclaimed, trying in vain to push him back out.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, brush