I Still Hate You by Marie Skye (most popular ebook readers .TXT) 📗
- Author: Marie Skye
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Daily Breakfast
Sans clothing
Vaginal Sex
Open Communication
No Jarred Pasta Sauce
Nightly Dinners
Voyeurism Sex
Skirts or Dresses
No Fuckboy
Green Grapes
Green apples
Seeded Watermelon
Exhibitionism
Leather Cuffs
Nightly Dinners
Cuddling
Oral Sex
Random Rooms
Open Masturbation
Pacman
I made sure to supply Perrie with the most ridiculous agreement I could come up with and made sure it was pinpointed down to the most trivial shit.
What to wear, what to eat, when to sleep, when to awaken, all of it. Do I do this for my other clients? Fuck no, but for some reason she feels the need to impress Mr. Impressive who’s made it clear that he’s an unworthy egotistical shithole. I fired off her contract in an email and got in bed. She had no idea but her world was about to change.
19
Perrie
It was almost two in the morning and I was still staring at the contract Ash sent over a few hours ago. I had half a mind to bang on his door and ask if he was delirious, but I didn’t. Instead, I read over each line at least ten times. I couldn’t figure out why I was making such a big deal about this, after all, I requested it. Granted, half the shit he wrote on this ridiculous contract made absolutely no sense. What the hell was open masturbation?
Figuring Ash wouldn’t actually put me into any kind of danger, or do anything I wasn’t comfortable with, I supposed I should and can trust him. I finally put in my digital signature, hit send and shut the laptop, yawning as I laid my head on top of it. What in the world am I getting myself into? Is this even a smart idea? I sighed as I shut my eyes.
I jumped at the sound of a door slamming. I looked at my surroundings. I fell asleep at the kitchen table, the pain in my neck reminding me. I groaned as I stretched and looked toward Ash’s door as he walked out fully nude. I quickly faced forward and yelped as the pain in my neck intensified.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I made a point not to turn my entire body to face him.
“Did you sleep out here all night?” he asked instead of answering me.
“I fell asleep reading your ridiculous contract.” I stilled as I felt his warmth come up beside me followed by his hands gently massaging my neck. Slowly, I felt myself relaxing as he concentrated on the knot in my neck. For a moment, I forgot he was nude until I relaxed a little too much and dropped my arm to my side and brushed against his cock.
I gasped and practically tried to jump out of my seat, but he took his other hand and held me down as he finished his massage. “If we’re going to pretend to be in a relationship for this duration, we need to be comfortable around each other. Not to mention, you agreed to it, remember?”
Of course, I remembered. I signed the damn agreement a mere five hours ago. Wait, how did he read it so damn fast if he was asleep? It’s like he knew I would agree to everything and question nothing. It was stupidity on my part, no doubt.
“Eggs and toast okay?”
I turned around and looked behind me just as Ash was pulling the egg carton out. I jumped up. “None for me, thanks. I have an early work meeting, so I’m just going to jump in the shower really quick and head out.”
I took maybe two steps toward my room before his voice cut me off like a whip. “You can take your shower, but you will have breakfast with me. Unless you’re terminating your agreement before we even start?” I paused. Crap, I forgot about breakfast. “Better hurry,” he taunted behind me as he cracked eggs into a bowl.
Twenty minutes later I was at the kitchen table, ready to bash the pan of eggs over his head. I drummed my fingers against the table, hoping he would hear it and go faster.
“The secret is,” he glanced back at me, clearly ignoring the look of hatred I was giving him, as he went back to stirring the eggs, “to never rush your eggs. They’re quick to turn on you if you do.” He spoke as if it was a hidden secret that only he knew. I was confused. Did people care this much about eggs? Before I had time to ponder that thought, he placed a plate in front of me, but not before lightly sprinkling parsley on top. He sat across from me and smiled as if he just made a full five-course meal.
“Thanks,” I muttered as I slowly picked up my fork. I pointed to him. “You’re not having any?”
He looked up from his phone. “Oh, no, I hate eggs.”
I paused. “Then why did you make me eggs?”
“Because you like eggs,” he said as if it was completely obvious and I just totally missed the point.
I put my fork back down, “Wasn’t that part of the agreement? Breakfast?”
“Yes, it all applied to you, not me.” He went back to his phone, only occasionally looking up at me. I had just taken the last bite as he grabbed my plate away and placed another bag in front of me. “Your lunch. Have a good day.”
I stared at him as he walked away.
What the hell was that?
20
Perrie
Today was day one of the two-week session with Ash, and let me be the first to say that it was weird as hell. It all started five minutes after I got to work. He had already texted me wanting to know if I made it okay. Then he started asking trivial shit, which stealthily turned sexual.
Ash: Is your bathroom shared or private?
Me: Man, you’re nosy.
Ash: Answer the question.
Me: Shared. Why?
Ash: Go. I’ll call you when you get in there, bring your headphones.
Was he going to sing me a song? Taking a deep breath, I did as I was told. I thought I was in the clear
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