Chapter 51

• He led me back to his place. A fine mansion in its own right, in walking distance from the fraternity. Huge gates, and well-maintained gardens, did put my father's mansion to shame. Carson, and likely Darren, had access to more funds than my father could ever dream of possibly having. The interior didn't do much to dissuade me of that notion, with fine art and other various doodads gracing the walls and hallways.
• I wasn't here to see his house. I was well accustomed to luxurious homes, and maybe I'd even have one of my own in the future. I was here for Carson.
• "My brother and I have very different ideas about making love. He's abrupt and rough. Tries to call it passion. My definition is very much different."