Page 65 of Kiss the Villain

Pretty sure Vaughn didn’t even spend the night and left as soon as the initiation was over, though.

Me? I spent hours reviewing security footage. For some reason, Kill and Jeremy were doing the same, and I was on edge thinking they’d see me being finger-fucked by an asshole.

It was your asshole that was being fucked, though.

Very funny, demons.

But suspiciously, there was no trace of the motherfucker. I watched from all the angles, especially near that location, but it was as if it had been erased.

Maybe a hacker? It’d have to be a damn good one to be able to infiltrate our systems and get in without a QR code. Because I’ve seen footage of the people who lined up in front of our mansion, just in case, even if I didn’t think he’d mingle with students.

I was right.

He's smarter than that and more resourceful than I thought. Because why the fuck would a normal college professor have such a high-rate hacker under his thumb?

Even his dad’s law firm is small and has little to no influence. Maybe a previous client?

It doesn’t really matter how he did it.

I run my hand through my hair as I lean against my desk chair and pull out my phone.

Supposedly, I need to study for the stupid assignment. I don’t usually put much effort into school, but this time, because it’s him, I want to make the best fucking opening statement in history.

I want him to be in awe and stop belittling me.

Though he didn’t do that last night.

I wonder why.

This whole thing is confusing. Ihateconfusing.

With a groan, I pull out my text exchange with my PI.

Me

I need you to dig deeper into Kayden Lockwood.

Nadine

How deep are we talking?

As deep as you can get. No detail is too small. His childhood, his favorite toy, food, color, movies, sports. Everything that makes him tick. I want to see his high school yearbook, any extracurriculars he was involved in, and a comprehensive list of all past relationships. Leave no stone unturned. I want to know every last one of his secrets. If there’s anything buried in his past, I need to see it. Also, dig into his connections. Find out if he has any ties to underground organizations. The deeper you go, the better.

Was that too much? Probably.

Still searching for the fucks I have to give, though.

He lost all rights to his privacy the moment he touched me.

That will cost you a lot.

I don’t care. Get me what I want.

Noted. I will have to stay in the States for a while to accomplish this, so meetings might not be as frequent.

That’s fine. Update me via text or email.

I lean back in my chair, rolling my phone in my hand and still feeling lost.

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