Jealous Stepbrother by BJ Mann

I should’ve left her alone.
The night she crawled into my bed, I knew it would destroy us both.
I let it happen anyway. Then I let her go.

Four years.
That’s how long I’ve spent building an empire with one purpose.
To make sure she’d need me again.
And now she’s crawled back.

She thinks this opportunity is her big break.
She has no idea the lengths I’ve gone to make it happen.
Or that I’ve already blackballed her from every other future,
except the one I want. With her.
Now she’s trapped, thinks she hates me.
Good. She should.
Because I’ll ruin her all over again before I let her slip through my fingers twice.

I tell myself this isn’t love.
Love doesn’t look like obsession.
It doesn’t taste like unhinged insanity.
But then I’ve never wanted gentle.
And if she doesn’t know that about me yet, she will.
Soon.