Corrupt Me

He told me to stay out of his way.

He said I didn’t belong in his world.

He called me a spoiled brat.

Tristan Malone was an asshole of the highest power. So why had I been crushing on him since grade school? The problem, other than he still saw me as a little girl with braids, was I was dating his younger brother.

Preston and I belong together. That’s what we’ve been told. And I believed them. My parents. His parents. Our friends.

I came to the ’Malones broken, devastated, and pissed off at the world. The last thing I should be doing was messing around with Preston’s troublesome older brother.

But I wanted trouble.

I wanted to feel something.

I wanted Tristan to corrupt me.