Page 69 of Vows In Corruption

This is where I should lie, but I still find myself answering truthfully.

“Twenty-five.”

All three of their mouths fall open in disbelief.

“Dude, she’s only five years older than me?” Elliot lets out, a tinge of disgust in his voice.

Yup. I should have definitely lied.

“Doesn’t that make you a cradle robber?” Gray says, scratching his head, as if the answer to his question is going to magically pop up in his mind.

I should have definitely kept Ella’s age to myself. “No. I’m not a cradle robber.”

“But she’s way younger than you.” Sam throws out, having sat down next to her brothers about twenty minutes ago.

“Only by seven years.” I say through clenched teeth. Why am I even arguing with then about this? “Her age doesn’t matter. What matters is that she and her sister are moving in tonight and we are getting married tomorrow. And this marriage will be real. I don’t give a shit how you feel about this but you will respect her and her sister and treat them as if they are a part of this family. Do you understand?”

All three of them nod.

“Good. Anything else do you want to know?”

They look at each other and for a second it seems like they are having a silent conversation within the three of them.

Eventually it’s Grayson speaks. “How old is the sister?”

Please let it be that is asking that question out of curiosity and not because his hormones are going rampant.

“Sixteen. You might have actually already met her. Her name is Charlie and she started at Saint Christopher a few weeks ago.”

Grayson eyebrows shoot up and Sam looks like she is trying to run through faces at Saint Christopher to find the one that I might be talking about.

“Wait, Charlotte?”

“Yes. I’m guessing you’ve met.”

“We have a few classes together, but haven’t met her met her yet. She’s been keeping to herself since she started.”

I would too. If I got thrown into a new school without knowing a single person, I wouldn’t want to interact with anyone.

“Well as of tomorrow, she’s going to be family, so treat her as such.” Sam gives me a nod and before I turn to her brothers. “And that means not hitting on the girl. Think of her as your cousin, sister, whatever it takes not to flirt with her.”

“Damn. Do you seriously not have any confidence in us? That would be like flirting with Sammie and just the thought of it makes me gag.”

“Then keep thinking it.”

A knock sounds through the room and I turn in time to see Henry poke his head in.

“Sir, sorry to interrupt, but Ms. Vincent’s car has arrived.”

“Thank you, Henry.”

I guess this is it.

My life is changing yet again.

All because I want to hold the title that my father once held. There’s no going back now.

The next two years of my life are about to be begin.

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