Not Meant to Be

Xander

Evie held up her hands. “What the hell is going on? You were in his class?”

The question was directed at me. “I was. It was the worst four months of my life. I hated the class, and I found every reason to avoid going.”

“Yes, because you were a spoiled, entitled brat who thought you knew better than anyone else,” he snapped.

I sneered at him. “My billions of dollars sitting in my bank account would say I did know better than anyone else, most especially you.”

“Bullshit,” he seethed, spittle forming in the corners of his mouth.

I slowly shook my head. “It isn’t bullshit. I made it, despite your attempts to hold me back. You did everything in your power to hold me down. I rose anyway. The cream always rises.”

He smirked, shaking his head and looking at Evie. “See? Arrogant. This kid thinks he is the smartest person in the room. He thinks he knows so much more than the guy with the PhD.”

“I do,” I quipped.

He looked at me with pure disgust. “You aren’t good enough to know my daught