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

she had me curious as my eyes widened. “He’s been watching you have sex for almost a year?”

She silently laughed. “No. Ash is more of a... life coach, really. He really helped my relationship. My boyfriend had intimacy issues from being sexually abused. He wanted to enjoy sex, not fear it. So, with Ash’s help and guidance, we’re now better than ever.”

I slowly nodded in realization. So, he wasn’t a perverted playboy after all. He helps people. Maybe he can help me. I leaned forward with the sudden urge needing to know anything and everything. “Tell me more. What else does he do?”

16

Ash

“Stood up again?”

Perrie glared at me before flipping me off and I laughed. “You’re one to talk. Aren’t you usually out screwing the first poor girl that looks at you?”

“Slow night,” I said before taking a long drink of my beer and plopping down next to her on the couch, closer than normal but doing it because it annoyed her.

“Pity,” she said while mindlessly flipping through the channels on the television.

After a few moments of silence, I was bored and felt the need to mess with her a bit more. I turned to her. She was stiff, her button nose scrunched up like she was extremely pissed the couple on television would choose house three with those ‘shutters that looked like gold shit’—her words.

“Hey,” I said, placing my hand gently on top of hers as I made sure to give her the look that said I truly did care. “I’m sorry you won’t get your three minutes of sex tonight. I know you were looking forward to satisfying yourself after he left.”

She snatched her hand away. “You’re a real piece of shit, do you know that?”

“You tell me every chance you get.” I smiled at her, which quickly went away when she took my beer and drained the rest of it before handing the now empty bottle back to me. I looked at her in shock.

“That was the last one.”

She smirked. Alright, fine. I can play this game. I got up, went to the freezer and rummaged around until I found what I was looking for. Grabbing a few more things, I went back into the living room, as she tried to see what all I was carrying.

“Shots it is then.” Her eyes widened but I didn’t care as I placed the two shot glasses down, along with the saltshaker between both glasses and filled them both up to the brim with Jose Cuervo. I handed one to her and she looked down at it and frowned as I started to cut the lime. I gestured to her shot. “Ladies first.” She smelled it and shuddered.

“Not my favorite,” she said as she started to put the glass down.

“Not my problem,” I said as I stopped her. She rolled her eyes at me and reached for the salt. She started to put her shot down when I stopped her. “Use me.” She looked at me confused, before I motioned to the salt. “Use me, your hands are full.” She slowly licked her lips as she looked me over as if she was trying to decide where she wanted to lick the salt from.

She cleared her throat. “Um, arm... I guess.” Lame. She slowly lowered her head to the inside of my wrist and her tongue gave the slightest lick as she looked at me, before jumping back. She shook damn near half of the salt on my wrist with most of it getting on the floor. She finally took a deep breath before licking the salt off, taking her shot and then quickly reaching for the lime. She burped then quickly covered her mouth before looking at me and giggling. This is going to be more fun than I thought. I moved closer to her, and I could practically feel her nervousness the closer I got. I gently tugged her shirt down to where her shoulder was exposed. Moving her hair to one side, I kissed the side of her neck, before sucking. Her breathing picked up, as I lightly bit her. Reaching for my own shot glass, I made sure to linger a little bit longer before kissing her neck again, then taking my own shot. “You forgot the salt,” she said a little too breathlessly.

“Damn, you’re right, I guess I have to do another one.” Pouring myself another shot, this time I grabbed the back of her head, gripping tight on her hair and she gasped. Moving over her, I lightly traced her lips, being sure to back away when she tried to kiss me. With me having control over her head, there wasn’t much she could do. Her tongue reached mine and I found myself giving in, because apparently, that’s what she did to me. Breaking away from our kiss, I finished my shot. When I leaned back, she was watching me carefully as I reached for the remote. “I never use salt.” Her eyes widened at my admission as I smirked, flipping through the channels. She cleared her throat as she tried to act unaffected. It didn’t work.

“So, you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You hate me,” I said again, pouring both her and I another shot. She swiped it from me, not even bothering with the salt this time.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” She slowly shook her head as if she was really thinking about it before taking the shot. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” She looked at me, and for a moment it really did look like she was going to accept that I was truly genuine in my apology. Because I was.

“Ash, just don’t, okay?” She set the glass down before standing up. “Night.”

I didn’t say anything as I watched her go into her room and shut the door. I fucked up, and I hurt her and that I can never undo, but I can try to at least gain her trust again.

17

Perrie

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