“How can you say there’s nothing between us?” I ask, swallowing air—and immediately choke on it. Yesterday we kissed for a long time, and then we made love. I was flying with happiness and I felt his taste.
“Do you think we have something like love?” Phil coldly laughs, and then a frozen gaze pierces my eyes. Terrifying—this kind of Phil.
“You’re nothing more than another checkmark in my list of victories, ‘sister,’” he whispers ominously by my ear. I back away until I hit the wall. Tears are so close that I have to look down. I don’t want Phil to see even the tiniest tear.
“And if you want to get closer to me—or to my father’s money—something interesting will fly onto the internet. And it includes me. Yesterday’s video. Where I lie naked under this bastard.”