Page 157 of Corrupt Me

Just as I am about to give in to my need for more, there’s a knock on the door.

“Good morning, Miss Fairchild and Mister Prescott. Breakfast will be served soon,” Samuel announces through the door.

“He’s such a cockblocker,” I groan, and she giggles, those heavenly sounds making me believe I am living in paradise while still being alive.

“A quickie?” I suggest, needing back inside my heaven.

“I like how you think.”

We lose track of time, so we dress quickly and hurry out of the room, but I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Our friends sit at the dining table, breathing a sigh of relief. My chest lightens, knowing they have my back. While the guys sparred with me, the girls were there fussing over me.

“As you two were late,” Cassandra begins, and Bailey and I exchange a secretive look. Judging by the pointed stares we’re getting, though, we’re not being stealthy at all.

Not that I care.

She continues, “You’ll stay here over the weekend.”

“And afterward?” I ask, not wanting to go back to the college house if Bailey’s not there.

“We’ll figure it out,” she replies.

That sounds promising, so my good mood is at an unprecedented high as we sit next to each other, holding hands throughout breakfast.

“We should get used to living at the estate. Once I am the patriarch, each of us will have an apartment here,” Kaden says, and the girls share an excited look.

Dane places a hand on his chest. “Aww, are you getting emotional?”

“He can’t live without us,” Blake says to egg him on.

“I still have time to change my mind,” Kaden grumbles, and then he winces. Most surely, Celine did something to him under the table.

“Mother would have been proud of you. You’ve redefined what the Family has always strived to be but failed to achieve because of greed and a thirst for power.”

“I can definitely speak for the group when I say that’s the last thing we want,” Kaden says.

When we all nod, Cassandra shows a rare sign of emotion, her eyes turning glassy.

“Now head to campus. Samuel will prepare something for you when you return.”

Our friends trickle out one after the other, able to love each other openly.

Unable to resist, I back Bailey against the wall next to the front door and kiss her with such intensity that, by the end of the kiss, we’re both gasping for air.

I place one more kiss on the tip of her nose, missing her already. “See you after classes, love.”

“And in between.” But what she doesn’t say is even more clear. She knows I’m there, watching over her from the shadows.

“Do you mind me watching you?”

A radiant smile kisses her face. “No, on the contrary—it makes me feel close to you.”

She’s perfect, but most importantly, she’s perfect for me.

I don’t care when I spot the asshole at the gates. Eric’s jaw sets in a hard line as he glares at me.

Smirking, I wave at him from Kaden’s car.

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