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I Still Hate You

Marie Skye

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To my sister. Because I’m the Mary and you’re the Rhoda.

Contents

I Still Hate You

1. Perrie

2. Perrie

3. Ash

4. Perrie

AD

5. Perrie

6. Perrie

7. Perrie

8. Perrie

9. Ash

10. Perrie

11. Ash

12. Ash

13. Perrie

14. Ash

15. Perrie

16. Ash

17. Perrie

18. Ash

19. Perrie

20. Perrie

21. Perrie

22. Perrie

23. Perrie

24. Ash

25. Perrie

26. Ash

27. Perrie

28. Ash

29. Perrie

30. Ash

31. Ash

32. Ash

33. Perrie

Epilogue

About the Author

Also by Marie Skye

I Still Hate You

I needed a roommate, and I needed one fast. The requirements were simple:

Must be clean,

nonsmoker,

and no touching my shit.

I underestimated my own ad and got the one person I  happen to have a one night stand in Vegas for 'old time sake'. Because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right? Bull shit. Did I mention we kinda sorta dated in University? Oh, there's also that small tidbit he left out that he may or may not have been married. He was. As it turns out I may need his help after all. But don't worry, I still hate him.

1

Perrie

“I did it.”

“Did what?” It basically didn’t matter what her response was, I had already tuned her out as I focused on the ad I was making on my phone. I had written and rewritten it a hundred times, but wanted to make sure it was perfect before publishing it.

“Remember what we were talking about a few days ago?” I rolled my eyes because... sure. “It’s called Sextee, and everyone does it.”

“Everyone does it, huh? Great, good for them.” I tried ignoring Claire as I smiled at the ticket agent and handed over my ID before going through security. I busied myself putting my carryon on the conveyor belt and removing my shoes.

“Seriously, everyone does it,” Claire tried again. Deciding to play her game, I finally acknowledged her.

“Okay, I’ll humor you. What are you talking about and what do you mean everyone does it?”

She laughed. “Well, no one actually talks about it, but come on, Perrie, it’s been what? Four years?”

I quickly looked around to see if anyone heard her. “Three,” I mumbled.

She sighed. “Same thing. Three years since sex. Clear the damn cobwebs already.” I shushed her again as I looked around. An elderly lady sat a row in front of us. With the way she was glaring at us, it was obvious she could hear Claire talking, which means if she could, then the entire airport most likely did. Claire has never in her life, truly figured out how to whisper. “I’ve taken the liberty of making you a profile.”

I shook my head. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, girl, you’re welcome,” she said, clearly ignoring my voice growing five octaves, getting ready to jet into freak-out mode, “It basically pinpoints where the other person is. Think of it as an Uber but for sex.” She leaned closer to me.

What? Who the hell thinks of shit like this?

“In fact, the guy over in the corner is ready; his flight doesn’t leave for another hour.” I looked up in almost complete horror at the guy she was pointing at.

“Claire,” I tried saying as gently as possible since the only other option was to lose my shit. “I don’t need any type of a hookup app. Besides, there might be someone,” I said matter-of-factly, even though I knew damn well, I was better off getting a new toy. You know you’re single as fuck when you drop over a hundred dollars on a toy and don’t even bat an eye.

She stared at me unblinking before realization sunk in. “Oh. My. God. It’s Felix, isn’t it? I’ve seen the way he looks at you like you’re a vegan turkey!”

“Trying vegan again this week, Claire?”

She nodded in disgust before focusing her attention back on me. “Don’t change the subject. If you say Felix, I will make you eat your own liver!”

“Claire!” I pretended to feign shock. “He is some poor unfortunate soul’s roommate, show some respect!” She didn’t find that nearly as funny as I did. “He’s not so bad, besides he’s... someone for now, I guess.”

“He’s an asshole. He feels the need to mansplain everything. You know he wasn’t kidding when he said women had the ability to turn their periods off, right?”

I sighed; she was right. Felix was a complete asshole, but I made it clear it would never, ever, ever go further than just sex, as I recalled the awkward conversation we had…

“Hey, Felix.”

He looked up at me, completely exasperated. “My fantasy football team is losing.”

I stared at him for a moment before realizing I should at least act concerned. “Oh no,” I said as my voice trailed off. He threw his phone down. I cleared my throat. “Are you seeing anyone?”

He frowned, “No. Why?”

I briefly ran through my mind trying to decide if I was truly crazy for even asking this. “Would you be interested in… hanging out?”

He scowled before slowly smiling. “I knew you wanted me.”

I rolled my eyes. I forgot how dense he was, yet I’m the one willingly walking into this mistake. “Just sex. That’s it. Just sex.”

“Sure,” he said with a shrug as he leaned back in his chair.

“Seriously, just sex.”

“Whatever you say, doll.”

At that moment, Barb, the bride-to-be, finally decided to grace us with her presence. For some odd reason, I will never understand why Barb felt the need to dress as if she was auditioning as a backup dancer for Britney Spears circa 1999. If the glitter lip gloss, midriff, and flared bottom jeans didn’t convince you, then the choker and the ‘Karen’ style haircut she was sporting sure as hell did. Barb single-handedly