Part 3My Possessive Boyfriend vs. The Cousin from Hell

That night, Julian and I stayed in my old room.

It was a small guest room without an attached bathroom.

In the middle of the night, I went to the shared bathroom down the hall.

Just as I finished washing my hands and was about to leave, Mark burst in and squeezed through the door.

I wasn't naive enough to think he didn't know someone was in there.

His own room had a bathroom.

He came specifically for me.

I glared at him warily. "Get out!"

Mark didn't move. His greedy eyes raked over me. "Jade, I came here to tell you something."

"Say it."

I was trapped in the bathroom with him. I didn't dare provoke him too much.

"Jade, I've liked you for so many years."

"Break up with that Julian guy and be with me."

"That Julian... he doesn't look like a good person. You won't be happy with him. Unlike me. You know me."

My eyes widened. Is shamelessness genetic in this family?

How could he have the nerve to say that? Was he forgetting who snuck into my room back in high school?

To stall him, I said, "I'll think about it. I'm tired, I want to go to sleep."

I tried to push past him, but he stood like a rock.

Mark's face darkened.

"Jade, you're brushing me off. I'm not as stupid as you think!"

He took a step closer, backing me into a corner.

I tried to shove him away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning me.

The fat on Mark's face jiggled as his eyes gleamed with a manic light. "Jade, I love you. Just say yes."

He leaned down, trying to kiss my face.

Bang!

The bathroom door flew open.

Julian stood there, radiating a terrifying aura. His voice was ice cold. "What are you doing?!"