Micheal POV
I stood by the window in the living room, lips pressed tightly together as I watched Derick kiss Lillian.
I've always suspected his feelings for Lillian were coming back and this proves my suspicion.
I could see the astonished and frozen look on Lillian. With my left hand in my pants pocket and a cup of red wine in my right hand, I struggled to keep my right hand in place.
The more I saw Derick lips move on Lillian's, the more I held tightly to the coffee cup.
Those lips were mine. Lillian belonged to me. How dare he? She was his f**king younger sister, and he shouldn't be kissing her.
Hadn't I trained him better? Why would Lillian even allow this? Did she want to forget about me? Forget about us? About what we've shared? Was she this shameless and determined?
My knuck
