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

couldn’t even decide how I was supposed to feel. Hurt? Used? Angry? None of it mattered because I didn’t have the right. I headed to my favorite lunch spot to meet Beth since she wanted a play-by-play of how it went.

“Well, don’t keep me waiting.”

I sipped my tea. “It was good, lots of insight.”

She stared at me and crossed her arms. “Lots of insight?”

“Yeah, I mean pretty much what you told me. It was good, he was good, the sex,” I paused thinking of all the sex, “was very surprising and the best part of course.” I sipped my tea again. When I looked back at Beth, she was legit looking at me as if I had grown two heads.

“Sex?”

I laughed. “Yes, Beth, the sex. You know, it’s natural.” I said her words back to her.

“You and Ash had sex?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Beth, we had sex!” I said a little too loudly. I looked around the cafe and a lady with her two young sons scowled at me as if I just ruined their entire childhood.

“Perrie,” Beth said calmly, a little too calmly. “Ash and I never had sex.”

I paused, my teacup in midair. “Sure you did, you said you did.”

“No, what I said was we talked about what I liked and didn’t like sexually. I never once said we had sex. That’s not part of the package.”

I stared at her almost in disbelief. “No, you said…” I didn’t even finish the sentence as I searched my memory. “You two had a contract, right?”

“Of course, but nothing on it was about us having sex.” She laughed. “Ash doesn’t have sex with his clients, that would be ridiculous. But maybe it’s an add-on service,” she quickly rushed out.

Yeah... an add-on service.

28

Ash

I was staring at the map, trying to decide my next conquest, when the door opened and slammed, practically shaking the apartment. I looked up as Perrie walked in, hands on her hips like she was on a mission to kill something or someone.

“Ashley, can I talk to you?”

She used my actual name. Nope, I definitely didn’t want to talk. I slowly stood up, mostly because I had height on her, and with her being mad, it would make her even more feisty. “I’m going to say no, mostly based off your demeanor right now. You look a little pissed.”

“Cut the shit, Ashley. We had sex.”

I stared at her, she stared back. “Was that a question or—”

“We had sex!”

“Very good, Perrie, we had sex... multiple times.”

“But you don’t do you? Have sex with your clients.”

I laughed. “No, of course not.” I mirrored her and crossed my arms as well. “Why are you telling me something you already knew?”

“I didn’t know.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Ash!” She threw her hands up. While I understood she was frustrated and most likely wanted to castrate me for reasons I’m not sure of yet, it was still cute to fuck with her. And why not? I had time.

I stopped her from going any further. “Look, Perrie, you said I didn’t tell you, but I did tell you what I didn’t do with my clients. Maybe you only heard what you wanted to hear.” I stepped so close to her we were flushed together. “And let’s not forget, I wanted to fuck you, just like you wanted to fuck me. So, we both got what we wanted, didn’t we? Or did your pussy already forget?”

I headed toward my room before she could even think of a response. “I’m going out tonight. Maybe it’ll do you some good to do it too. You look like you need a drink.”

29

Perrie

That son of a bitch. He was right, but he was still a son of a bitch. He was definitely right about needing a drink. I took out my phone. I would call up Claire. I would call up Beth, hell I would even call up Barb!

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Let’s not get crazy.

I opened my closet to the dress in the very back I never wore. Well, since Ash supposedly gave me confidence, let’s see if his teachings worked.

30

Ash

“Another round!” I motioned to the server.

“Yo, Ash, isn’t that your roommate?”

I licked the salt in between the tits of the bleach-blonde girl before shooting back my tequila. Which let’s be honest, I was only doing to not have to taste her skin. I took the lime she had in between her teeth as I welcomed the heat coursing through me. I finally turned to Isaiah. “Where?” He pointed and I scanned the crowd. No Perrie anywhere, not that her ass would even come out.

“Nah, I don’t see her man.” I started to focus my attention back to the blond when Eric nudged me.

“It sure as hell is.”

I sighed getting ready to tell them both they were wrong and to fuck off when I froze. She was here, she was actually here. But the most important question is what the hell was she wearing... or not wearing?

Some guy was standing in front of her, talking to her, and I couldn’t help but notice how he kept touching her. I started to get up but quickly remembered I was blocked in. I saw him whispering in her ear, and another guy walked up to her and pointed toward our table. The next thing I knew, they were both headed our way.

“Hey, Pear bear.” She rolled her eyes when I called her that. “Who’s your friend?” I nodded toward the fuckface standing next to her. He had the nerve to pull her tighter to him.

She turned to him. “This is Kel. We just met, actually.”

I stared at them. I stared at them hard. “Oh! This is my song!” The blonde I forgot that was even sitting next to me started to move out of the booth and grabbed my arm. “Come on, dance with me.” I made no move to acknowledge her. “Dance with me,” she said again, this time making a show of pushing her tits out