Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
The school is doing damage control and trying to catch their ass though they can’t be held responsible for most of this shit. As expected, Kevin’s dad had washed his hands of him and was trying to distance himself. Last I heard, he was using a court-appointed lawyer and was scared out of his ass. I can’t feel sorry for the guy, not after all the young girls that’d come forward after the fact and told their stories. Had I known how fucking prolific he was, I’d have broken his fucking neck.
His little friend didn’t get away either, and it turns out there were more than a few grown men involved in that shit: bartenders, bouncers, nightclub managers. Apparently, there was a ring of assholes involved in this shit.
What I’d uncovered was just the tip of the iceberg for real. It went much deeper than Kevin drugging girls at parties for a little fun. The shit went far and wide, and at the end of the day, Penny and her dad had snagged more than a few bigwigs in their net.
No one is surprised that some of the names on Sherry’s list crossed with some of the ones who got caught up in the dragnet. It’s a mess that has the whole town up in arms. Thankfully I was able to keep my name and hers out of it; that’s why we were halfway across the country checking out what will soon be our home for the next four years.
It felt like one chapter of our lives was finally over, and another was about to begin. She was excited to be here, and since it was our first time away from the folks, my freak was barely in check. She wanted to sightsee, I wanted to go back to the hotel room and burn the sheets, but as with everything else, she got her way.
Wharton is in a picturesque town in Pennsylvania whose real beauty isn’t seen until Fall as far as I’m concerned, but I’m not coming here for the scenery. As the leading business school in the country, it’s one of the hardest schools to get into, but the curriculum is sure to put me in good standing when it comes time to take over the business from dad.
It’s not just academics either but networking. The relationships built here could last a lifetime and can play a big part in the business arena. The men and women who go here are usually the sons and daughters of the leading business families of the world. Something my and I hadn’t been born into, dad having made his money the hard way, but it’s what I want for me, and I want it for her.
She doesn’t have to study business, but she has to be here with me. She said something about engineering and applied science, which the school so happens to offer and sounds like a headache to me. Medical microbiology and clinical virology are a long way from business studies, but if that’s what she wants to do so be it, as long as she’s not expecting any help from me with that shit.
It was good to see her being so relaxed for once as we walked along together, swinging our clasped hands between us. She looked young and carefree in the shorts that hugged her ass just right and the tee-shirt that stretched across her young firm breasts. I didn’t realize until lately that I don’t like her dressing like that for anyone else to see.
It’s odd because I think she looks hot as hell, but that’s the problem, I don’t want anyone else seeing her like this and getting any ideas. I’ve already decided to do her shopping in the future, but I have to handle that shit right, or she’d lose her damn mind.
I don’t feel too bad, dad’s a grown-ass man, and I swear I’ve heard him tell Justine she wasn’t leaving the house wearing something or the other when he thought no one else was listening. I guess you’re never too old to be possessive stupid over your woman.
Now that I think about it, I’m not sure how well the ankle-length skirts and turtlenecks I see in her future will go over. Maybe loose-fitting jeans and some man-size tees would do the trick. I can always frame is as liking to see her in my shirts, which isn’t exactly a lie. I’ll think about it some more later, right now I was having too much fun watching her come alive.
I’m sure Wharton hadn’t even been on her horizon before, that she’d never even thought of going here. I have no problem using dad’s money to make sure she gets in if they give her any shit because of her late start. The damn school asks for everything except your blood to get in and only accept a handful of people each semester. I’ve already got dad working on getting her in if there’re any snafus, something he’s only too happy to do for his daughter the sap.