Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,3
her. Good, be afraid of me, be very afraid. I go through women like coffee filters. “Go back to your daddy, your church, and your little white steeple.”
Yep, this little minx who has her sights set on me is a preacher’s daughter. Worse, I’m the sick bastard who deflowered her. There aren’t many lines I won’t cross, but that would have been one of them if I had only known.
“You lied to me,” I explain.
She walks to the door, turns around, and leans over to give me a better view of her cleavage. “You know what they say. It’s better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.” She shuts it behind her. It’s the nail in the coffin, and the pivotal moment when I know I can’t ever let go of Jewel Atkins. She’s the precious gem who has corrupted me.
Her plump lips cover the tip of my cock, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced—except for the first time we were together. Her tongue laps up the pre-cum. Even the thought of her about to deep throat my cock has me at full mast. She lets go of my erection, my eyes connecting with her bright pink lipstick. I’m about to say something, demand her to get her luscious mouth back to what she’s about to devour. I can look at her pretty face every second of the day when something catches my attention.
“Maddox, you’re late.” The knocking continues, and the muffled noise invading my time with her is pissing me off. I open an eye, and she’s gone. I’ve lost count of how many weeks I’ve dreamed of her since our last time together. “Maddox, you’re pushing it, dude,” my best friend calls out through my bedroom door. I let him stay in my apartment, but it doesn’t mean he can interrupt my time with Jewel, even if she’s not real. I pull the blanket over my raging hard-on.
“Hey, jackass, you can come in,” I call out to my best friend. I’m disoriented, and I’m attempting to recall what I’m late for.
“Yo, do you want Chadwick to lose his ever-loving mind?” Anton asks.
“Fuck, that’s right.” I can’t dart from the bed to run to my shower, not with how out of sort everything is from the waist down. I have ten minutes to shower, but the shave I most definitely need will have to be skipped.
Twice a year, we meet for a pow-wow and meeting of the minds. I’d call it a business trip, but that would mean we get together to discuss what’s working in our businesses, and what’s not. But mostly, it’s Chadwick bitching and complaining, being Chadwick.
We all grew up together, seven in all. Chadwick was the lonely rich boy whose parents left him all the time in the hands of the servants. I was one of the servants’ kids, all of us, but Chadwick was the prince to be fawned over. My parents were in charge of yard maintenance. Anton and Gio’s parents took care of the housework. Greer’s mom was his nanny, and as he got older, the caregiver. Jared’s dad was the driver. His mother was the cook. Cord’s parents oversaw the staff. To say they had a shitload of money was an understatement.
Chadwick never wanted to stay in the large house by himself, and between Jared’s parents and Greer’s mom, they raised him as theirs. He was all a part of our families. It was quite sad, really. Chadwick was always happier when he was in the care of the staff and not in the custody of his parents.
To Chad, we could always do better, and sure, he is a self-proclaimed asshole, but he also has the biggest heart for those he cares about. Chadwick paid for our college, every single one of us, so we could attend school together. None of our families could afford to send us to UCLA, but he made some deal with his dad to make it happen.
“I don’t know about you, but the Dungeon Elite of Seattle is doing above expectations on membership, and our nightly sales are up, too. Plus, we’re building, so I have no idea what he could bitch at me about.” I give him my normal I have this arrogant smirk. “So give me ten minutes. I’ll be ready to go.”
“By the way, you know you talk in your sleep? Right?” Anton asks, stopping in the threshold of the door. “And when I say you talk in your sleep,