Page 8 of Falling For My Best Friend's Brother

“And you’re a giant dick. What else you got?” she shot back at me.

This little girl had a mouth on her. My sister was so different from her. How the hell did they get along?

I shouldn’t even be here wasting my breath talking to her. I had better things to do with my time. But I would not leave until I’d said my piece. She needed to learn her place.

“Next time you feel inclined to display your culinary talents, keep in mind that you do not live alone. And while you might not be scared of death, the rest of us are quite happy having breath in our lungs.” I gave her a sour look for emphasis. “Though, what can one expect from a rich kid with zero survival skills?”

Nina’s jaw visibly tightened. She tore her gaze away from me and, for a second, I thought she was about to burst into tears. Wouldn’t that be fucking great?

Then she mumbled something I couldn’t hear.

Cocking my head, I crossed my arms. “Louder, if you please.”

When she looked at me again, there was anger in her green eyes. Her body wracked with each breath she took, and for a few seconds, I didn’t see a child—I saw a scorned woman itching to bite.

“You don’t have to like me, Knox, but I swear to God, youwillrespect me. You might be Lin’s brother, but you’re still a guest inmyhome. Did you get that? This is my house. You don’t want me to talk to you, that’s fine. I won’t. But if you’re going to talk to me, then I suggest you infuse some atom of respect because I don’t care what happens, Iwillthrow you out on the fucking street.”

Grabbing her iPad and burnt offerings, Nina stormed out of the kitchen, and I swear I didn’t move a muscle until I heard a door slam.

What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened?

Chapter four

Nina

Uh, I hated the fuck out of that dude.

How on earth did he become an even bigger dick than he used to be? Was Knox in competition with his younger self to see which was more of a dick than the other? Because one thing’s for sure: this one was a twelve-inch, thick, veiny dick-of-a-man.

Heaving out a breath, I chewed my burnt pancakes and tried to focus on the show I was watching.Euphoriawas a classic. I’ve seen both seasons three times already, and I can’t get enough. I’d been so immersed in it that I left my pancakes in the pan for longer than I should have, and they ended up burning.

I couldn’t throw them away, so I just kept drizzling on syrup and ate them like that.

If that asshole had a problem with it, then he could tell me politely. There was no need to be mean about it. So what if I’d had housekeepers and chefs catering to my every need as a child? Was it my fault that my parents were rich and liked to throw their wealth around? How dare he use that against me.

Knox was a rude, egotistical dickface who thought he was better than everyone else. Asshole. I hated him.

“Fuck.” I closed my iPad and tossed it onto my bed. There was no way I could ogle Jacob Elordi now. I was too riled up. Fuming, I mentally dared Knox to disrespect me again. Then I’d show him who was the boss.

I even offered to make him breakfast!Scowling, I fell back onto the bed, glaring at the ceiling. I didn’t make breakfast for anyone. Lindsay was the chef. The last time I’d tried to really cook was when she offered to teach me. I ended up splashing hot oil all over the place, making the flame from the stove flare up and almost burning our dorm room to the ground.

Even so, I was trying to be nice.Asshole. Rejecting me so rudely and then proceeding to tell me to shut the fuck up whenever he was around?

But nothing pained me half as much as he calling me a rich kid with zero survival skills.

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For the next three days, I avoided Knox. When I wasn’t painting, which was my favorite thing to do, I was listening at my door for footsteps. Knox usually left in the mornings and came back at night. So I waited until I heard him leave before exiting my room.

He had a key now. I’d left it out for him, and he must have found it. Easier to just leave things for him on the kitchen counter so we didn’t have to speak.

It was such a shame that someone as hot as Knox had such a terrible attitude. Because, truly, the man was painstakingly handsome. His hair was a dark shade of blond, darker than Lindsay’s, and long enough that it must fall to his shoulders. He usually wore it in a bun at the back of his head.

His strong jawline was so sharp that it could have cut glass, and that five o’clock shadow that lined his face seemed to be permanent. He’d always had facial hair, even in his younger years. Maintaining it at a consistent length to give the impression that he didn't care much about it.

His eyes were like sapphires, intensely watching everything, and his plump lips were entirely too sexy for their own good. Even his thick eyebrows were flawlessly arched. Seriously, it wasn’t fair that the assholes got the perfect faces.

Regardless of how breathtaking he was, his attitude could use some serious refinement. He’d insulted me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how insignificant he made me feel with his words.

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