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really don’t like taking no for an answer, do you?” she replied, her voice stiff.
    Jesus, okay. Something had definitely crawled up her ass.
    “Look, I want to apologize,” I said. “I know you’re still pissed about the way I acted in the pool yesterday, and I’m sorry. I was being a dick. I really didn’t want you to leave, and then I lashed out at you when you did. I don’t even know exactly why I did that. I swear, that’s not who I am.”
    “That’s not really an excuse for calling me a bitch,” she replied quietly, still not looking at me. I couldn’t tell if she was avoiding my gaze because she couldn’t stand me and didn’t want to look at me because of that, or if there was something else at play.
    “I know, and I’m sorry. You gotta believe me. It was a mistake. The whole thing was. It’ll never happen again,” I said.
    She still didn’t look at me, and I sighed, realizing that I was fighting a losing battle. I’d been a grade-A fuckstick, and she didn’t seem to want to let it go.
    “Anyway, I guess we’re sorta related now,” I continued, gesturing towards our dancing parents. “So there’s no point in us even thinking about what happened, other than for me to say sorry and that it won’t happen again. Do you think we can agree to move past it?”
    What I’d said about not thinking about it wasn’t entirely true. I was damn sure still thinking about it, and I had a sneaking suspicion that I wouldn’t be able to stop anytime soon.
    Mia finally turned to me, her dark eyes glittering. “We’re not related, whether you think we are or not. You aren’t my family and never will be. And as for what happened between us yesterday, you’re right…it was a mistake, but you don’t need to tell me not to think about it. I’d already forgotten.”
    Now I was getting a little irritated. She was being pretty immature. Yes, I’d fucked up at the pool, but I was trying to apologize. I’d made a mistake like every other human did at some point, and she wasn’t even letting me say sorry. I didn’t expect her to totally forgive me or anything, but if we were going to be family, the least she could do was acknowledge that I was making an effort to apologize and move on from the situation.
    Whatever. I’d tried. If she didn’t want to give me the time of day, then I wasn’t gonna bother anymore. Obviously I wasn’t going to be an outright jerk to her, but I wasn’t going to waste my time trying to talk to her as long as she was going to be like this.
    “Fine,” I said, abruptly standing up. “Y’know, I was trying to be nice to you seeing as we’re technically part of the same family now, even though you refuse to admit that, but if you wanna keep acting like a fucking child, go ahead. I give up.”
    She glowered at me, saying nothing, and I knew I’d made my point. In the very short time I’d known her, she’d struck me as the sort of person who was never lost for words, and I felt a tinge of victory as she stayed quiet. This time, she was lost for words. She probably despised me even more now that I’d basically shocked her into silence.
    Despite the fact she had a giant stick up her ass, I still found her entirely fuckable, and now that I thought about it, I wasn’t sure if I even cared all that much if she disliked me. Something about the idea of her raging at me made my cock immediately stiffen in my pants, as if I somehow knew her anger towards me would transform her into a wildcat in the bedroom.
    Not that I’d ever get her into a bedroom with me.
    I was allowed to fantasize, though, and damn…it was hot. I’d never fuck her in real life, but I could fuck the shit outta her in my fantasies. She didn’t have to like me for that to happen.
    And come to think of it, having a sister who couldn’t stand me might actually be a nice change.
    My last stepsister had been obsessed with me. That was Amanda. She was the same age as me, and the whole time my Mom had been married