I've never hated anyone as much as I hate him.
The day my sister died, I told her best friend I never wanted to see him again, and I meant it. I lost her because of him. Everything I used to care about means nothing now because of him.
It's all because of him.
So when he shows up on my driveway two years later and tells me he's moving in with me for his freshman year of college, I kick his ass and tell him to disappear. For good this time.
But I already know the defiant little brat's not gonna listen. He never does.
Being near him again makes me crazy. I'm supposed to be the college basketball star my father raised me to be, but now I'm focused on a new game. I'm obsessed with watching him, touching him, breaking him. His body, his head, his heart, anything I can get my hands on.
I'm gonna take it all until he's got nothing left.
And even though he knows exactly what I'm doing to him, he's gonna let me do it anyway.
