Bastard

No, he isn’t a Superman. And he isn’t a special-services agent. He isn’t even some kind of modern genius psychologist. He’s just an asshole. An asshole by birth. An asshole in general. The very asshole I’ve hated since my deep childhood! He’s an actor, a star—the kind of person whose success practically falls into his lap from birth. He’s my cousin—the asshole my mother has spent my entire life holding up as an example to me, the failure. The person I still can’t forgive after five years of silence—from our accidental kiss at my grandfather’s estate. It’s been five years, I turned eighteen, and now, by the will of fate, we have to bump into each other again on that same damned estate!