Page 1 of Eff Marry Kill

Prologue

Nova

One Drunken Night…

Whoever came up with Fuck, Marry, Kill was diabolical. How do you decide who to slot into what position? It's an impossible choice…especially when one of your choices is Huxley Saint, the hottest, most infuriating pitcher in the league.

"Oh! I know!" I sit up on Emelia's living room floor, beaming. "I'll fuck Hux, marry him for his money, and then kill him. That way, I get orgasms, I get rich, and I can be done with this game."

My plan has no flaws.

"You can't put him in every spot, Nova," Seraphina objects, sipping her wine. I lost track of how many bottles we finished a while ago. It's a lot, I know that much. "That's cheating."

"Says who?"

"The other two eligible bachelors waiting to find out their fates," Ava chirps from the sofa. "You have to decide what to do with them, too."

Okay, so I guess my plan has a few flaws. Dammit.

"Ugh, fine. Who are they again?"

"Napoleon and The Blob," Emelia mutters.

"Jesus Christ." I blink at Ava, who just shrugs, unrepentant. "Napoleon? You set me up for failure."

"Yes, and you're only just noticing, which says a whole lot if you ask me," she says, earning a nod of agreement from Seraphina. "Make your choices."

"Fine. Obviously, I'm killing Napoleon," I grumble. Guess Hux gets to live. Not even he is worse than Napoleon. We do not stan power-hungry maniacs here. "And I'll fuck…wait. Who is The Blob?"

"It's a horror movie villain. He's an amoeboidal alien," Ava says cheerfully. "He murders people by smothering them in his goo, then absorbing their bodies."

The fact that one of my choices has goo is a serious problem.

"That sounds disgusting."

She shrugs. "You asked."

"I'd like a redo," I complain. "You made this an impossible choice."

"That's the point of Fuck, Marry, Kill," Seraphina says. "It's not supposed to be easy."

"It's supposed to be fair, Seraphina. You guys can't just set me up to marry the man you want!" Especially if that man is Hux.

"Can too," Ava smirks.

I almost ask for a cootie catcher, but then I see the way Emelia is still glowering at hers and quickly decide I'd rather not risk a repeat of her situation. If I fold my way into a future with Huxley Saint, I might kill him on principle.

"Fine. I guess I'm fucking The Blob and marrying Hux," I grumble. "But I'm not happy about it."

Ava blinks at me. "I honestly saw that going a different way."

"You thought I'd marry The Blob?"

"You swear that you hate Hux, so yeah," Emelia says.

"I do hate him," I say. It's only a little lie. I don't hate him. I just hate the way he makes me feel. It's an important distinction. It's not like there's anything wrong with him. He's just…Hux. He's cocky and arrogant, and he looks at me like he wants to know how I taste. Usually, right before he says something outrageous, at which point, I'm forced to remind myself that I absolutely do not want to know how he tastes.

In short, the whole world is a game to him. I am not interested in being part of the scorecard.