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sweetie.” My mom sighed, and I felt bad for snapping at her. She knew it wasn’t my fault, and I’m betting she didn’t want this any more than I did. “Hopefully it’ll just be for a little while, ok?”
    “I hope so.” I gave her a small smile and my mom got up, kissing me on the forehead.
    “I’m going to call it an early night, I feel a bit of a migraine coming on. You let Anita know if you need anything, ok?”
    “Sure. Thanks mom. Good night, I hope you feel better.”
    A minute later I was sitting by myself at the window, watching the sun setting, wondering what on earth I’d done to deserve this fate.
    Jack Alcott, the bane of my existence here in England, was going to be living here.
    Worse than that, he was going to live in the room right next to mine.
    Pulling out my phone, I decided to text Annie.
    Hey, you know that douchebag brother of mine?
    I waited to see if she’d reply, and sure enough, my phone beeped a minute later.
    Yeah?
    Well, he’s moving back in here.
    You’re kidding.
    Nope.
    Oh that’s shitballs.
    Certainly is.
    Wanna grab a drink?
    Nah. I think I’m going to call it early tonight.
    Well, don’t worry. Maybe he won’t be so annoying when you live with him.
    I hope not.
    We continued texting back and forth for a bit, then eventually Annie said she had to go and I went over to the nightstand to charge my phone.
    Ugh. This sucks I thought to myself before crawling into bed. I just wanted to have a pity party for myself. Then I rationalized with myself. Just because he lived in the same house didn’t mean I’d see him that often. And Annie might be right. When we had to live under the same roof Jack might be a little bit more reasonable.
    I wondered about how much patience John Alcott must have had with his son. I wasn’t an idiot, I knew the “agreement” with Oxford would have included a hefty donation. It must be nice to be that rich, I thought to myself as I drifted off.

Chapter Seven
    Two days later Jack moved in.
    I was in the library, enjoying my day off in an oversized lounge chair reading one of the classics on the shelf when I heard his Lamborghini pull up. Correctly assuming that he wouldn’t come to try and find me in the library I listened as one of his friends followed in a rented truck: apparently the supercar wasn’t big enough to fit all his belongings.
    They trampled through the house as they took Jack’s things to his room, and when the noise finally died down I figured it might be safe to go to the other side of the house and find some food to eat for dinner.
    To my surprise, Jack was already in the kitchen, raiding the fridge the same way I was used to doing.
    “Oh. Hey sis, I didn’t know you were here,” Jack said, that familiar smirk across his face.
    “I do live here, you know. Is it really that much of a surprise to run into me?”
    “Well I dunno, I figured you’d have things to do, right? Like, digging through trash for dinner? I guess since my father’s decided you’re his new charity case though you get to eat from a real kitchen.”
    That was it. I’d had it with his insults. I could feel the rage building inside of me. I’d always had too quick a tongue, I sometimes said things without thinking, and this was one of those times.
    “You know, for someone who seems to hate his father so much, you sure don’t seem to mind spending his money. I guess it’s easier to talk the talk than to walk the walk, isn’t it?”
    I saw something flash in my brother’s eyes. Was it anger? Fear? Loathing? Something else? I wasn’t quite sure, but I did know his face went dark and he stepped towards me.
    I moved back a step to get away from him, but found myself pressed against the counter. Jack loomed over me, so close I could feel his breath on the top of my head, the heat of his body against mine.
    I should have been terrified. I should have been angry. But instead, I was so incredibly turned on. My blood was boiling in my veins, I could feel