The Badboy is my Stepbrother
She grins and does a mock salute with one hand on the wheel, “Yes, ma’am.”
After that, the phone continues to vibrate, its screen coming on and off after every few seconds. Summer break has only just begun and it’s as though the curse of that devil has started to manifest.
A doomed fate all summer because each time I think of my mother’s lover or perhaps hear her call his name, James Sullivan’s face will no doubt appear and ruin my mood.
There is just no escaping that asshole.