Page 59 of Corrupted Pleasure
“What?” I snapped. “Don’t tell me you agree with her?”
Garrett would hound us until the end of our days. Yes, I was stupid to entertain my relationship with him. And for so damn long. But I knew what a relentless ass he could be.
“And the neighbors saw us,” I pointed out. “We might have even been captured by their surveillance cameras.”
Wynter shook her head. “He said he took care of all of it. Wiped it clean. Nobody has a shred of evidence.”
I had no fucking idea what that meant. How could a person even do all that? Maybe he was a hacker.A super brilliant hacker, I thought dryly.
Suddenly, the kitchen seemed too crowded. It didn’t help that I was on the edge of my seat since last night. Breathe the wrong way and I could snap. Say the wrong word and I teetered on the edge, ready to lose my shit. Every time my phone buzzed, I jumped.
Juliette’s father… Mr. Brennan… Liam… Damn it, I didn’t know what to call him. My orgasm man. He put a clause on keeping the money.
To be available. Whenever he wished. Wherever he wished.
I was too stunned to ask questions when he dropped me off at the dorm last night. But now, I had so many of them. Needed specifics. Some clarifications. Longevity of our agreement. Did he expect me to just obey in that department? I mean, it was okay as long as I enjoyed it, but what if-
God, I hoped he didn’t expect backdoor activity.
Of course, he already sent me a message, demanding to see me tonight. While my body hummed in eagerness to see him and experience more out-of-this-world orgasms again, I ignored his message, just as I had the messages from Garrett. I’d just seen Liam last night. I needed time to process all the shit that happened and I really did have to study. A little bit.
At least enough so I could finish my four-year education on a high note.
But then a few hours later another message came in from Liam.
*Miss Hayes, don’t forget I still have a tape showing you stealing from my safe. I expect you to answer me, not ignore me. After all, a million bucks buys me that much.*
I instantly replied. I lied and told him I was studying.
*I’m studying Mr. Brennan.*Then I followed up with an eye-roll emoji.
*Don’t be sassy.*I could almost picture him growling.*Or I’ll spank that gorgeous ass of yours.*
I scoffed softly.*Don’t threaten me with a good time, sir.*
I watched bubbles fill the text box and I smiled smugly to myself. Until the next message came through.
*I’m going to gag that pretty mouth of yours. With my cock.*
A choked sound escaped me and everyone’s eyes snapped to me.
“I was checking my grades,” I mumbled, lying through my teeth. “Nothing yet.”
Another text came through.*Go back to studying, Davina. If you do well, I’ll reward you. With nipple clamps and a butt plug.*
With damn nipple clamps and a butt plug! What the heck? My insides quivered at the possibility. The man had the most peculiar impact on me. He was corrupting me.
I let out a slow breath, calming my wildly beating heart. He let me off the hook. I should focus on that, not a butt plug and nipple clamps.
Just because I couldn’t let him think he rattled me so easily, I followed up with an emoji with rolling eyes and an old man GIF reply.
A million dollars in cash sat in our dorm room now.
Wynter shut her book loudly, and again I startled, as if I heard a gunshot. She slid down onto the floor. The three of us followed. So there we were, the four of us crammed on the floor facing each other. Four college-age criminals. We were graduating, finishing our finals, and didn’t even give our life a fair chance. We went straight to crime.
Silence lingered as we sat on the dingy little kitchen floor, the boxes and tape all around us. It was probably the most time we spent in this kitchenette since we moved in.
“You know, Juliette might have a point,” Wynter muttered, as if she was talking to herself.
