Guilty Secrets (Campus Love and Murder Sorority Eyes Romance Book 1) Read Free Page B

tea. Nothing like I'd ever tasted before. Sour, but refreshing. We sipped.
    "Color's coming back to your cheeks. Fancy the guided tour?"
    I shrugged. Not wanting to seem ungrateful and knowing I'd never again get a chance to witness such opulence, I nodded.
    "Great."
    Mai dragged me down the corridor into the first bedroom. Oak parquet flooring so exquisite I could eat off it. Enormous windows with a view of the tree lined campus and Lake Kimberley to die for. A four-poster bed so deliciously comfortable with the softest white cotton sheets and a mountain of pillows where I could spend all day wallowing blissfully in self-pity.
    "So what do you think, Robyn?"
    I bit my lip. I was going to really regret this. "I really couldn't."
    "If it makes you feel better, we can work out terms."
    "Such as?"
    "Can you cook?"
    "Sure, can't everyone?"
    Her cheeks flushed. She waved intricately painted red dragon fingernails almost three inches long at me. "With these?"
    "Tricky."
    "Here's the deal. You cook for us one evening a week and maybe model once in a while."
    I flush hot. "Model? Me? Nobody wants pictures of me."
    "But you are so hot." She held up her camera and shook it. "Damn look, you melted the lens already."
    We both laughed.
    "So unless you prefer to swim to your bed we have a deal?"
    Mai held out her hand.
    I took in the awe inspiring view over the campus. Trees in myriad of Fall gold and burnt red surrounding air brushed clean brown stones and red brick low rises. Odd looking gargoyle-like statues in funny masks playfully peering at me from their rooftop hideaways. If I'd died and gone to heaven then at that precise moment a God ray would illuminate my plight. On cue the sun broke on through the clouds and lit up the apartment like the place was an angel's penthouse suite.
    Every cloud had a silver lining, right? And all of course too good to be true.
    I shook Mai's soft hand.
    "Deal."
    When we returned to the living room, I found my suitcases neatly piled up in one corner. But no one else was around.
    "Who brought them up?"
    Mai smiled. "Things have a habit of just appearing around here."
    Together we dragged my cases to my new bedroom.
    Mai left me to unpack.
    A lot of my stuff was ruined by the flood water. The stains on my one decent dress would never come out. The only thing of value that survived was my tablet and laptop and only because both were by design, waterproof.
    Amongst my socks, I found the leather bound journal wrapped in a plastic sandwich bag. It seemed to have survived the ravages of the flood water. Hand stitched letters on the cover spelled the name: Madison Loxley.
    I opened the journal and read the first hand written page.
    Dear Robyn,
    If you are reading this, it means I am dead.
    The clues as to how and why are within. All I can tell you for sure is I am so very close to cracking the biggest Campus scandal in the history of American universities. Clearly, if you are reading this, I failed.
    Read with care. And promise me one thing. Your life depends upon it. If you decide to do anything about this, trust no one. If you are the person I think you are and you follow my footsteps through these pages, tread lightly, fear for your soul and try to forgive me.
    Not least, for abandoning you.
    The following pages are my honest account of my first year at Kimberley. The year I was murdered.
    Many pages will be missing. They are secrets hidden away for my safety. It is up to you to find them.
    One last thing for you to remember before you embark on my odyssey. Go into the darkness guided by the light of your heart.
    Your loving sister,
    Madison.
    P.s.
    Your first task is to find the symbol I hid on the Kimberely Times network. It is the key to everything that will lead you down the same path I followed.
    I flipped the next page and stopped at the first heading.
    Semester 1. Week 1.
    I couldn't believe how sweet and pure the human spirit could possibly be until my first day at Kimberley when I met Mai Ling. I