17. Forbidden

Grace-

“Believe me I’m a slut!!” I blurted nonetheless; I don’t have the luxury to think about things like love. This is all momentarily pity.

“What’s a slut?”

“A woman with the morals of a man,” I explained.

I know he’s trying to make me feel better in whatever way but no, I won’t fall for your tactics. I don’t want to be weak in this battle.

And I will never let my guard down.

“Grace… you’re---” I cut him off.

“Your words will never make me feel at ease, it’ll only remind me of how broken my life is.” I face-palmed not wanting to look at him.

He’s nothing like his brother, I won’t be surprised if they didn’t have a blood relation. But kindness isn’t cheap.

‘That fucking plutocrat’ I thought.

“That fucking plutocrat,” I yelled.

“Who?” Phoenix questioned.

“Your brother…” I blurted and he smiled looking down at the ground.

“I guess he is…” he was smiling, I didn’t know guys in the house have this ability. “You look good when you smile… you should smile often.”