Guilty Secrets (Campus Love and Murder Sorority Eyes Romance Book 1) by Ciara Christie Page B
Authors: Ciara Christie
Tags: General Fiction
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a different world. Harry is on a cop's low salary. His pension in twenty five years ain’t worth spit in a bucket. Ask my ex-wife. She'll tell you that poverty, Robyn, kills romance. "
He sighed and touched the edge of his hat in my direction.
"Robyn, have a good night's sleep and tomorrow you'll know I'm right."
"Charlie, you have no idea what Harry and I want out of life."
I opened the car door and stepped out. As I was about to shut the door, I hesitated.
I leaned in and said, "You're wrong about me."
"When you reach my age, you don't want to hold a mirror up to yourself and see what others been too afraid to tell you. It hurts now, but in time you'll thank me."
I shut the door and watched Charlie drive off. I ran to the apartment.
Once inside the apartment, everything was quiet. No sex noises to contend with, thankfully. I ran to my bedroom.
I flopped into my bed and opened up my laptop.
It was time to find out all the secrets Davina had been keeping.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
I reached into my bra and retrieved the tiny thumb drive. I slotted it into my laptop.
A series of documents popped up across the laptop screen. Financial records. Payments of large sums leaving bank accounts in the name of Kimberley College. These corresponded with exactly the same amounts sent to offshore bank accounts in the name of various companies.
Company details listed shell corporations owned by one person: Rupert Everhardt, Dean of Kimberley. The respected head of one of the most prestigious universities in the world was defrauding the organization to the tune of millions of dollars.
I wondered if any of that money had gone into financing Davina's luxurious apartment.
I slumped back on my bed and stared out through the window at the star-filled night sky. I tried to picture the pattern of possible blackmail.
Brad had kept Davina's secrets. Davina had kept Dean's secrets. It wasn't a perfect circle. Others must be keeping both Brad's secrets and those of the Dean. But whom?
I was no closer to discovering how any of these uncovered secrets contributed to Madison's death.
All I knew was things would become clearer at Dean Everhardt's weekend party when I planned to discover whatever secrets he was hiding.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
The weekend came without further incident. When Saturday arrived I woke up with the familiar feeling of frantic butterflies, dive bombing inside my stomach.
My first thoughts were of Harry. I checked my cell phone. He hadn't called. Conflicting emotions had made me hesitant. I hadn't called him since the date.
My fingers hovered over his number in my contact list when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
Mai entered. "Need help with your make up for the Dean's party?"
I nodded. "Quick shower first."
In the bathroom I studied my face in the mirror. The bruising looked worse than it really was. Some of the swelling had receded. The color was grotesque.
I jumped in the shower and instantly felt better under the hot pummeling jets. Like everything in the apartment, the shower was total overkill. In this instance, the shower had jets pointing at every angle. The feeling was of one complete sensuous indulgence. Before long my mind wondered how Harry's experienced love making touch on my virgin body would compare to the heady sensations of the shower's jets.
Jets thundered down on my neck and shoulders. Two jets of water massaged my nipples. A third strategically placed in the wall together with a forth jet in the floor shot bursts of water directly into the sweet spot between my legs.
I was soon lost in the anticipation of Harry's touch.
I imagined each jet was Harry's full lips teasing my body. Finding my secret desires and unleashing them. I found a dial in the wall that enabled me to control the level of pulsing, water and simulate Harry's rock hard manhood moving in and out of me.
Before long my knees began to tremble as I panted softly under the torrent of pulsating jets of water. I moaned, "Harry
He sighed and touched the edge of his hat in my direction.
"Robyn, have a good night's sleep and tomorrow you'll know I'm right."
"Charlie, you have no idea what Harry and I want out of life."
I opened the car door and stepped out. As I was about to shut the door, I hesitated.
I leaned in and said, "You're wrong about me."
"When you reach my age, you don't want to hold a mirror up to yourself and see what others been too afraid to tell you. It hurts now, but in time you'll thank me."
I shut the door and watched Charlie drive off. I ran to the apartment.
Once inside the apartment, everything was quiet. No sex noises to contend with, thankfully. I ran to my bedroom.
I flopped into my bed and opened up my laptop.
It was time to find out all the secrets Davina had been keeping.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
I reached into my bra and retrieved the tiny thumb drive. I slotted it into my laptop.
A series of documents popped up across the laptop screen. Financial records. Payments of large sums leaving bank accounts in the name of Kimberley College. These corresponded with exactly the same amounts sent to offshore bank accounts in the name of various companies.
Company details listed shell corporations owned by one person: Rupert Everhardt, Dean of Kimberley. The respected head of one of the most prestigious universities in the world was defrauding the organization to the tune of millions of dollars.
I wondered if any of that money had gone into financing Davina's luxurious apartment.
I slumped back on my bed and stared out through the window at the star-filled night sky. I tried to picture the pattern of possible blackmail.
Brad had kept Davina's secrets. Davina had kept Dean's secrets. It wasn't a perfect circle. Others must be keeping both Brad's secrets and those of the Dean. But whom?
I was no closer to discovering how any of these uncovered secrets contributed to Madison's death.
All I knew was things would become clearer at Dean Everhardt's weekend party when I planned to discover whatever secrets he was hiding.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
The weekend came without further incident. When Saturday arrived I woke up with the familiar feeling of frantic butterflies, dive bombing inside my stomach.
My first thoughts were of Harry. I checked my cell phone. He hadn't called. Conflicting emotions had made me hesitant. I hadn't called him since the date.
My fingers hovered over his number in my contact list when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
Mai entered. "Need help with your make up for the Dean's party?"
I nodded. "Quick shower first."
In the bathroom I studied my face in the mirror. The bruising looked worse than it really was. Some of the swelling had receded. The color was grotesque.
I jumped in the shower and instantly felt better under the hot pummeling jets. Like everything in the apartment, the shower was total overkill. In this instance, the shower had jets pointing at every angle. The feeling was of one complete sensuous indulgence. Before long my mind wondered how Harry's experienced love making touch on my virgin body would compare to the heady sensations of the shower's jets.
Jets thundered down on my neck and shoulders. Two jets of water massaged my nipples. A third strategically placed in the wall together with a forth jet in the floor shot bursts of water directly into the sweet spot between my legs.
I was soon lost in the anticipation of Harry's touch.
I imagined each jet was Harry's full lips teasing my body. Finding my secret desires and unleashing them. I found a dial in the wall that enabled me to control the level of pulsing, water and simulate Harry's rock hard manhood moving in and out of me.
Before long my knees began to tremble as I panted softly under the torrent of pulsating jets of water. I moaned, "Harry
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