“Today you don’t need me. But tomorrow, Thorny.” And hold on.
“Bastard!” I blurted out, unable to take it anymore, and shoved him into his broad shoulders.
“Ewe.”
“I hate you!”
“Mutual.”
Damn, what did I get myself into!
*******
My stepbrother is a bastard. I always knew it—and when I lost him the chance to have his wish, I was convinced once again. For three weeks I have to carry out his orders and obey without question. But I didn’t just lose—he has, too. In the same time, he must find me a boyfriend. A wonderful, wonderful prince. Hard, but possible. Or not? WE CAN’T…