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

as I continued watching the old lady, as I now became impressed at the beer she just downed in under ten seconds. “It’s been what? Almost five years? Don’t you think you should be over that by now? Or at least believe me?”

My head whipped to look at him as I wished I still had that drink to throw at him, even though that would be alcohol abuse. Before I could tell him to go fuck himself, he held a finger up as he fished his phone out of his pocket. After glancing at it, he smiled before turning it to face me.

“I see we both had the same idea in mind. Looks like we matched.”

I stared at the screen almost in horror. He too was on Sextee, and Sextee just so happened to match us. I pulled out my phone and hit reject. “Not anymore.” I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him.

“It was a long time ago, Perrie, you know that.” He continued talking, but I wasn’t listening. My mind had already wrapped itself around his familiar scent. With his body so close to mine, it was hard not to melt into him. I tried clearing my mind of the voodoo fog he held me under as I reminded myself, I hated him. I still hated him. Jerking my arm away, I looked at him. He was still beautiful, and yet his eyes were still haunted. We both said nothing as we stared at each other, most likely waiting on the next move. I said nothing as I walked away, being careful not to look back.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It was after one in the morning and I couldn’t sleep, which was fitting, since apparently, this was the city that never slept. I had faked a headache and excused myself from the bachelorette festivities. There was only so much whining about how much Barb missed her fiancé I could take. My phone dinged, indicating I had yet another match. This one nearby—really nearby, just a few floors up. Yet seeing Ash looking delicious did nothing to ease up my dry spell.

Just. Sex.

I looked at the new match. He was cute, and he even sent a video. I clicked play, hoping I wouldn’t dread that grand idea. He was in only his boxers, dancing horribly to a remixed version of Pour Some Sugar on Me.

With him being across the room from his phone, it was almost hard to tell what he looked like completely. “Come dance with me!” He waved toward himself. “Come on up, 405.” I laughed at his demeanor. Throwing caution to the wind, I threw the blanket off of me. I grabbed my phone and clicked Accept on my latest match. It was just sex. Taking the elevator up, I was nervous. It was just sex. It’s been almost five years since I last saw him, and here I was about to show up at his door and demand a one-night stand.

It was just sex.

I took several deep breaths before I finally knocked on the door. After a few seconds, the door opened and there he stood.

3

Ash

“How long do you plan on putting up with it, since any advice I give you, you will do the exact opposite? In fact, why are you even calling me other than to waste my fucking time? We’ve been over this Margaret, and frankly, I’m tired of hearing my own voice repeat the same shit to you. If—” I was cut off by a knock at the door. Who the hell is that? It’s after one in the morning. I turned back to my laptop. “I’ll call you later,” I said and closed my laptop before she could say more. I opened the door and paused. She was surely the last person I expected to see standing in front of me. And the night gets interesting, it seems.

“Hi,” she whispered almost shyly.

“Hi,” I said back. No one said anything as we stared at each other. I looked down the hall both ways before turning back to her.

“Well, I’m here,” she said, as if it should be obvious as to why she’s here standing in front of me.

“So you are,” I replied back, leaning against the door. She rocked back and forth on her heels as she nervously bit her bottom lip. “Would you like to come in?”

She hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Sure. It’s not like it can happen out here. I guess I missed the dance party, huh?” I stepped back as she stepped in. It’s not like what could happen out there, and more importantly, what dance party? Roses, she smelled of roses. I watched as she looked around her.

“Have a seat.” I motioned to the chairs as I went to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water. When I rounded the corner, she wasn’t in the chair—she was in the bed looking a little nervous. As soon as she saw me, she smiled and flicked her hair in a weird way I’m sure was meant to be sexy but ended up in her face. I untwisted the cap to her water before giving it to her and watched as she downed over half of it. She looked up at me as she took a few deep breaths and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“So, do you do this often? Of course, you do, I mean look at you. It should be illegal to be that handsome.” She giggled before snorting and then covered her mouth. I actually had no idea what she was talking about, but I’ve come this far, might as well see how this plays out.

I chuckled. “You don’t?”

The look she gave me straight up said ‘the audacity’. She smirked as she held up her phone. “No, I never would’ve been on a site like Sextee, but my nosy as hell friend, Claire, signed