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

I studied him, as he studied me. My brain was shouting no but my mouth wasn’t, apparently. “So what you’re saying is you want it to be just us... using each other, then?” Wait, hold the hell up, was I seriously placing this under consideration? What the hell is wrong with me?

“Precisely, unless of course you fall in love with me.”

I blanched at his words and stood up. He did the same which only annoyed me because I barely reached his chest. “Rules, we need rules,” I said more so to myself but he agreed anyway. “Let’s get something straight. If we do this, I’m just using you for your dick.” When the hell did I decide that? “Nothing more.” The cocky smirk he was known for came on full force and I hated it, just like I hated him. But since apparently he was attached to this so-called magical cock, I guess I had to deal with him too.

“If you say so,” he said, shrugging indifferently as he stepped closer, the cockiness just radiating off of him.

“Client.”

“What?”

“Client, I want to be your client.” That threw him off. He went from full-on cocky smirk to almost frightened.

He blinked a few times. “What do you mean, you want to hire me?”

“A free client,” I stressed as I tried not to cringe. He continued to stare at me waiting for me to elaborate. Screw it. “You owe me, and you know you owe me after everything that happened.” I straightened my posture as I cleared my throat. “Are you available to take me on as a client or not?”

He slowly looked me up and down, and even though I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and sweats, I felt like he could see right through me and I had already disappointed him in my plain white cotton granny panties and nude bra.

“That’s what you want?” I nodded. “That’s what you really want?” I sighed before nodding again. He thickly swallowed before clearing his throat. “Yes, I can.” I started to breathe a sigh of relief when he added, “I have a few stipulations.”

“You don’t get stipulations,” I stated matter-of-factly as I rolled my eyes, because of course, he had stipulations, the ruthless bastard. I waited for him to continue, and it wouldn’t be Ash if he didn’t make me wait as he pretended to think it over. “And for the record, I’m not paying you. I know you’re used to it from your countless... charges, but I’m not one of them!”

“You know the douche that comes over a few times a week, stays for about three minutes then leaves? I’m assuming he’s giving you that good dick, but not good enough if you have to make yourself come after he’s gone. I know how much you look forward to that.” My mouth dropped to the floor. I was mortified that not only did he know about that but felt the need to use it against me. At first, he was subtle so I thought I was imagining it, but now I know he definitely knew. I knew I wasn’t imagining him watching me that night. “I don’t like him, he’s sketchy as hell.”

Felix wasn’t that bad. I mean sure he had his moments but overall, he’s... yeah who am I kidding. His father missed that opportunity to point to the wall.

“He’s gone, you hear me? Completely gone.”

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. Felix and I weren’t having sex anymore anyway, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Let me be clear,” he practically sneered, causing me to take a step back, which was pointless since he stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “You’re mine. Mind, body, soul, and pussy, are we clear?”

“Two weeks.”

He paused. “What?”

“Two weeks. Beth told me about the two-week package.” His eyes widened a bit before he controlled himself. He seemed more surprised than me right now.

I took a refill on my tea. “What made you keep going back to Ash?”

She shrugged as if the answer was obvious. “He’s great to work with. I had to commit to his two-week services which was a bit unnerving but ended up being the best thing for me.”

“What’s the two-week service?” I leaned in wanting to know more as if everything she said was a secret.

“Well, I needed to be more comfortable with myself. I needed the confidence, so for two weeks we were essentially ‘dating’. If that makes sense.”

It didn’t. I waited for her to continue.

“We spent time together practically twenty-four hours a day. Went on dates, we learned what I liked sexually and not sexually. Basically, he opened up my mind. I had been locked down for so long, I almost didn’t know I was that much of a mess.”

I sat back in my chair thinking over what she said. “And again, I know it’s odd, and not talked about, and that’s okay, but I think more relationships would last if they followed the lessons he gives.”

I crossed my arms to be petulant. “Sure. A little possessive, Ash, but sure whatever.” He definitely didn’t like that. “Anything else dickhead?”

He arched his brow but chose to ignore me. “I’ll have our agreement sent over to you this evening. Once you sign it and send it back, we can start.” He didn’t say anymore as he walked out the kitchen.

An agreement, what agreement? Start what, I thought we were just fucking? I shaved and everything!

18

Ash

This contract is in effect from March 21 to April 7 unless one of the undersigned retracts this contract in writing.

(Ash Toro) and (Perrie Marin) affirm that we are over the age of eighteen (18) and legally capable of signing this contract on our own behalf. To dumb it down, neither of us are fucking stupid and both of us are willing and capable.

Consent of Physical Contact

I consent to the sexual activities initialed below; non-initialed activities are non-consensual and indicate a violation of this contract if initiated.

Full Body Touching

No