Page 16 of Bully Billionaire Dragon

While she looks…different.

Now that I know who she is, it is hard to imagine that I didn’t recognize her. She looks just like Shane but with a more feminine face and longer hair. She is still curvy and has a full face, she just carries herself with more confidence than she did as a teen, but so do most people as adults.

Taylor and I got along for the most part, except that last summer. I remember seeing her and realizing how much she had grown. Part of me was attracted to her, and knowing Shane would hate it if I showed interest, I made some jokes here and there.

Not that Taylor was ever even interested in me, but I had to make sure Shane couldn’t see that I was clocking how cute his sister was.

Shaking my head, I stop reminiscing about the past.

I always want to stay in the present day. You only get one life, and there is no need to spend it trying to change the past.

After I get dressed for bed, I read a self-help book before getting under my silk covers.

My penthouse is home, and as I sink beneath the sheets, sleep hits me instantly.

“TJ, I love you.”

At those words I turn over in my bed to look at where the voice is coming from.

Taylor Montgomery is staring at me, wearing a loose red robe. Her figure is a bit blurry, and I cannot see anything past her.

“What did you say?” I ask, wiping my eyes. “Why are you here?”

“I said I love you. Because you are mine, silly, and I’m always next to you.”

My brow furrows, but Taylor leans toward me as if she is trying to steal a kiss from my lips.

“What about Shane?” I say, pushing her away. We cannot do this. Shane would hate me if he found me in bed with his little sister.

Taylor rolls on top of me suddenly, so fast I am not able to stop her.

Feeling her thick body on top of me wakes up my lower half. I can feel my erection growing, and I try to ignore it.

“He just wants us to be happy.”

That makes sense. Shane cares for both of us, and it is clear that we are here for each other.

“Don’t you love me, TJ?”

“I-I—”

What do I say?

We just saw each other for the first time in ten years earlier, how do I know if what I am feeling is love?

I have never been in love before, but the fire in my chest as I look up at Taylor makes me think that I just might.

“Taylor, I love y—”

I sit up with a gasp.

Looking to my side, I see no one there.

It was a dream.

Why am I dreaming of Taylor Montgomery?

Why am I dreaming of being in love with her?

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