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There were dark deeds and bad seeds, but who cared if the house was falling apart as long as it was pretty, right?
I wanted to get into a little trouble. I wanted to catch some rain, find something that made my heart pump again, and I wanted to know what it was like to not have anyone to grab onto.
Chess would teach me strategy, fencing would teach me human nature and self-preservation, and dancing
would teach me my body. All necessary for a well-rounded person.
Peering back into the box, I pulled out a small piece of paper with black writing. Licking my lips, I read the words silently. Beware the fury of a patient man.
The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.
“Own who you are,” he commanded. “And don’t apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you.”
Damon Torrance, son of a media mogul. Kai Mori, son of an influential socialite and banker. William Grayson III, grandson of Senator Grayson. And Michael Crist, son of a real estate developer.
“When you want to make an impression and you think you’ve gone far enough, go a little further. Always leave them wondering if you’re just a little bit crazy, and people will never fuck with you again.”
And the things that were irreplaceable in life were the only things of value.
“Such a beautiful little monster,”
It never escaped my attention how she hid it around my brother, as if it made her less beautiful. No. Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories, and I didn’t want a pristine piece of wallpaper. I wanted her and everything she was.
Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries
and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.
Play his game. Play my game. It ultimately didn’t matter when he had more people on his team.
heat spread up my neck just like it did every time I sat still today, and I could feel them all over again. Their bodies. The steam room. The sweat. And I closed my eyes, feeling the little aches I had from what we’d done. My limbs were sore, and I could still taste them in my mouth.
He was always game. And thanks to his tutelage, now so was I.
He’d corrupted me.
Life is one-way, and there is no return trip. What are you waiting for?”
The corners of my mouth lift, and I can’t wait for tonight. She corrupted me.
