I’m Done Being Your Good Little Sister—My Rival Wanted Me

Julian finally got my gorgeous roommate Madison Carter’s contact information.

He was in a great mood. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me back into his arms.

I placed a hand against his chest and pushed him away.

Then I got out of bed, picked up the clothes scattered across the floor, and pulled them back on.

My mind was buzzing, filled with the careless words he’d just said.

My fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. I fumbled with the buttons several times, fastening them wrong before finally getting them right.

Julian leaned casually against the headboard, raising an eyebrow as he watched me.

“What’s wrong?”

At some point, the thin blanket had slipped from his body, revealing his defined abs and sharp V-line.

There were still faint marks on his shoulder from earlier, glaringly obvious beneath the dim bedside lamp.

I looked away.

“I’m going back to my dorm.”

“Nora, don’t throw a tantrum. It’s late.”

“I have an early class tomorrow.”

Julian clicked his tongue.

He got up and reached out, grabbing my wrist with his long arm.

“Come on. You’ve stayed over at my place plenty of times. I’ll drive you to class tomorrow morning.”

I pressed my lips together and said nothing, forcefully pulling my wrist free.

I walked over to the nightstand, swept my tablet and charger into my bag, and zipped it shut.

Julian had never been particularly patient.

He’d only bothered soothing me earlier because he was in a good mood—and satisfied.

Now that he saw I wasn’t backing down, his expression immediately turned cold.

He leaned back against the headboard and lit another cigarette.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.

“But I’m not driving you. If you’re being this stubborn and something happens to you, that’s not my problem.”

It felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head.

I froze, cold sinking straight to my bones.

I clenched my back teeth, forcing down the metallic taste rising in my throat along with the tremor in my voice.

“Don’t worry. I don’t need you to take care of me.”

I grabbed my bag and stormed out the door.