Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

eight

Boston~

"Let me get this straight," Juliette starts. I can't help but stare, noticing our similarities. "You, Greyson and I share a dad?" She asks. Greyson nods his head.

"I was born a little over a year before Boston. You were born ten years - give or take a few- after him."

"This is so fucking cool," Juliette confesses. Greyson shakes his head in disapproval.

"No. It's not. This is, messy." Greyson corrects.

"Well I think it's cool. Does Olivia know?"

"We haven't had any contact from her in a week. So no, she doesn't." I confess.

"Jesus Christ," Greyson mutters under his breath.

"I'm no professional or anything, but you two are terrible at relationships." Juliette mumbles.

"Juliette!" Greyson snaps. "How many fucking times do I have to tell you." He angrily says. Juliette's eyes well with tears.

"Don't be a dick." I say to him.

"Don't tell me how to take care of her."

"She's technically my sister too." I remind him.

"I'm her legal guardian. Stay out of this."

"She's sixteen years old, she gets to,"

"Don't try and be the hero Boston. You aren't a hero; you never will be."