I Still Hate You by Marie Skye (top 100 novels .txt) 📕

was crying until a tear fell on my hand. “And yet I can’t wrap my head around the fact that you never once apologized. You didn’t care. You didn’t ever care about me.”

“I did care about you—”

“Did. You did care about me, not do.” I stood up because this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere. It would take years of talking and therapy. “I’ll consider donating what you need, but not because you asked, or because Gerald asked. But because I would rather show you that I am nothing like you.”

I didn’t wait for her to respond as I turned and left.

I didn’t even bother taking a car service back to work. I needed the walk to let off steam. But that wasn’t enough. Getting my phone out of my purse, I texted Ash.

Me: Are you busy?

Ash: Not really. About to start a lunch meeting.

Me: Where?

Ash: Flames. I hate the food here.

Good enough for me. It was five minutes away.

26

Ash

“That’s definitely something I could take into consideration.” The couple in front of me looked to each other and both smiled as they wrote notes down. I just happened to look up and saw Perrie at the door looking around the room. She was flushed but had a look of determination about her. She finally made eye contact with me and headed right over. Oh shit. This was going to be either good or bad.

“Ash, I am so sorry to bother you and your guests, but it’s urgent. If I could get just a few minutes of your time.”

I looked to the couple in front of me before standing up. “Excuse me. Please go ahead and order.”

I followed Perrie out of the restaurant, the blast of cold hitting me in the face. I had to run to keep up with her. “Where are we going?” She didn’t answer me, but finally turned down an alley. She stopped abruptly behind a dumpster and grabbed my shirt, untucking it from my pants.

“Fuck me.” I grabbed her hands to stop her. “Ash, fuck me.”

“What’s going on, Perrie?”

“Are you going to fuck me or do I have to find someone else?”

I shoved her against the brick wall, my arms caging her on both sides. “Are you threatening me that someone else will fuck this pussy? I don’t know where you got the audacity but you better take that shit back. On your knees. Now.”

I didn’t even wait. I was already shoving her down to her knees as I took my dick out my pants. She barely had time to breathe before I gripped her head and shoved my cock as deep as I could go. I grabbed both sides of her hair and fucked her mouth as if it were her pussy. The gagging was music to my ears as I went harder, not even giving her a chance to breathe.

“You want to say that shit to me again?” I held myself all the way in, her eyes tearing up as she struggled to breathe. “I asked you a fucking question!” She quickly shook her head before I pulled all the way out. “That’s what I fucking thought.” I raised her to her feet and turned her to face the wall. I lifted her skirt, not even caring I partly ripped it. “Is this what you want? For me to fuck you like a whore?”

I didn’t wait for a response and didn’t even bother to check to see if she was wet. Spitting on my fingers, I rubbed my cock before I pulled her hips back and thrusted hard. She yelped before moaning. Covering her mouth with one hand, I started fucking as if I was punishing her. And maybe I was. Punishing her for making me do this two weeks fuckery shit. Punishing her for making me fall in love with her and punishing her for even remotely thinking of fucking someone else. My other hand went to her clit. She tried screaming against my hand. Yes, I was aware we were in public. Yes, I was aware that anyone could see what we were doing, and maybe they were, but right now I wasn’t exactly interested in giving a shit what anyone else thought. I gave one last hard thrust before I stilled and slumped against her.

She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes completely glazed over in that post-orgasmic bliss. I muttered a curse as I ran my hand through my hair before tucking myself in. I made sure to put her skirt down, cursing when I realized where the rip was. Taking off my suit jacket, I wrapped it around her. “It’ll have to do.”

She smiled looking down at it. “I like it. Thanks.”

She started to move away from the wall but I stopped her and pressed my head against her, just breathing her in. She softly sighed against me and the rage I had before started to consume me again. I pushed away from her. “Fuck, Perrie.”

She gave me a questioning look. “What? What did I do?”

I shook my head. She had no idea what she did. She fucked me up, that’s what she did. I loved her. Not just now but all those times we were together years ago. “I have to go back to my clients. I’ll see you later.” I turned my back and walked back down the alley before she had a chance to respond.

27

Perrie

Since that time in the alley, Ash has been different. We had two days left in our arrangement at that time and the only thing he’s done so far was spend no more than ten minutes with me, going over what he thought I achieved from our little session.

When the final day arrived, he came to me and said, “Congrats, it was great working with you. You’ll do well.” That was it, as if it was a business transaction. The true end was confirmed when I came home from lunch and another girl was sitting on the couch.

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