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.
