"Didn’t you hear me? Who the f**k are you?"
Before I even register what’s happening, the little bastard is right in front of me, breathing down my neck like an overgrown watchdog. His sharp, angry eyes bore into mine, and for a split second, I actually hesitated. But then I snap out of it, lifting my chin with as much arrogance as I can muster.
"I should be asking you that. Who the f**k are you?" I fold my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. "I’m the lady of the house, and I can go wherever the f**k I want."
I expect intimidation. Maybe even some begrudging respect.
Instead the little s**t laughs.
"Lady of the house?" He looks genuinely confused, then his expression shifts like something just clicked.
"Wait a minute… you’re my brother’s mate."
Mate?
I wrinkle my nose. "That’s such a f*
