I Still Hate You by Marie Skye (most popular ebook readers .TXT) 📗

I was transfixed as I watched her tease her nipples, her other hand making its way down her body as her legs parted. I stared.

I know I shouldn’t have but I stared as I watched her get herself off, my own dick hardening, but I didn’t dare touch it. This was about her need, the need she clearly didn’t get from splint-dick earlier. I watched as her breathing picked up, her hand between her legs making her moan. Then I watched as she arched her back, her skin practically glowing as her orgasm tore through her and the small whimpers—I’m sure she was making—escaped her lips. Her hand slowed and a small smile spread across her lips. She softly sighed before opening her eyes, where they met mine. Her eyes widened at the realization that I just watched her make herself come. Her emotions quickly went from shocked to mortified, to freak-out mode all within three seconds. She gasped as she jumped up, heading for the window to shut the blinds, but it was too late. I had already seen her, and now I wanted her.

10

Perrie

I let the entire weekend go by before I got up the courage to leave my room and yet I was still absolutely mortified. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe I imagined him being there, staring at me through the window. And yet, the thought of him watching me only turned me on over the weekend to the point where my batteries finally gave up on me.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

I gave myself a mental high five for keeping snacks in my room, and for some damn reason, Ash decided to stay inside all weekend, which prevented me from leaving.

I finished making my coffee before peeking out the doorway from the kitchen as I listened for any sign of him. I went to the window and noted his bike wasn’t in its usual place. Thank God, maybe I was in the clear after all. Grabbing my things, I rushed to the door with the intention of making a quick getaway when I was stopped short by the presence in front of me and screamed. The coffee I was very much looking forward to hit the ground and splattered everywhere.

“Are you kidding me?” I shouted before I looked down at my now ruined blouse.

“Sorry.” He bent down to pick up my now empty cup. I snatched it out of his hand as I stormed back into my room for a new shirt. When I came back out, I expected him to be in his room, but he wasn’t. He was wiping up the last of the coffee that was spilled on the floor.

“I was going to do that.”

He shrugged. “It’s not a problem. Besides, you dropped it because of me.” He threw the soiled napkins away and I again expected him to go to his room but he didn’t. In fact, he was helping himself to his own breakfast as he placed some bread in the toaster and poured himself some juice.

“Excuse me?”

He glanced at me as he took a sip of his juice. “Did you want some toast?”

“No, I don’t want some toast! Did you need something, or were you just standing in front of the door?”

The toaster popped, and I watched as he grabbed it and took a bite before answering me. “I wanted to see how Crouton was.”

I stared at him a moment before I realized he was talking about the plant. “It’s fine,” I said through gritted teeth. He nodded as he drained the rest of his juice, that was really my juice. He placed the empty glass in the sink.

“Great, well let me know if it needs anything.” He nodded as he headed out the door. It was the way he said it that bothered me, but in a good way. What the hell just happened? It didn’t matter. This was good. Maybe he’s acting like it didn’t happen because it actually didn’t happen. Maybe I imagined seeing him through the window staring at me. In fact, maybe he didn’t see anything at all and I’m overreacting.

11

Ash

What the hell was wrong with me? I had seen plenty of girls get themselves off, but for some reason, Perrie’s pussy was all I thought about all weekend. Not once did she come out of her room. At some point, I thought maybe she put herself out of her misery. I smiled thinking of the memory of the look on her face when she saw me —it was epic.

She knew I knew. She might pretend I didn’t, but I won’t. But she had a boyfriend, at least I thought she did if that’s what you wanted to call him. I grabbed my laptop and headed to the workspace center for today’s meetings.

While I don’t have a ‘degree’, I do have requirements for those wanting to work with me. You tend to learn a lot when you’ve decided to basically prostitute yourself to pay for your dying sister’s cancer treatments. Turns out, it was a waste. She died anyway.

I did maybe fifty percent fucking and fifty percent acting as a therapist to women of all ages and sizes. There were days when I didn’t even know if I was going to need my dick that day or if I was going to need chamomile tea to get them through their bitchfest.

But, I learned. I learned what they wanted. I learned what they were asking for. I learned what they wanted to hear and before I knew it, I didn’t have to fuck any of them unless I honestly truly wanted to. That’s why I do what I do, and I’m damn good at it.

12

Ash

“I just don’t know anymore. What do you think I should do?” I focused my attention back on the redhead in front of me. Unfortunately, I had no idea what she was asking because my attention was on the so-called boyfriend of Perrie, who walked in with his