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

until I saw a few other coworkers in the bathroom as well. My phone rang and I quickly answered it but stopped when I saw he was calling on video. I put my headphones in.

“Get in a stall.”

“Well, hi to you, too.” Not looking at any of the other girls, I quickly got in a stall.

“Sounds busy there.”

“Yeah, there’s a few people in here,” I whispered. “What do you want?”

“I want to watch you play with your pussy.” My eyes practically bugged out of my head.

“What?”

“You and I both know you heard me. Did you wear panties today?”

“Of course, I did, I…” I stopped remembering the contract. “I thought that was only for home,” I whispered and he slowly smiled.

“I’ll let that slide because, actually, they’re going to be mighty useful.” He stared at me a moment. “Well? I’m waiting.”

I looked through the crack of the stall door as more people entered the bathroom. “Here? Now?” He didn’t say anything as I put my sweater on the lid of the toilet before sitting. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Yet that didn’t stop me.

“Position your phone… there ya go.”

I had both legs up, feet resting on the toilet seat. “You’re already wet for me.” I felt myself blush because yeah, that’s what he did to me. “Move the panty piece to the side.” Not even thinking about it, I went for it. He sharply exhaled. “Damn.” Feeling bold, I trailed my fingers down. “Show me what you do to make yourself come.”

I do exactly what he says, letting my fingers graze my folds before going to my clit which is exactly where I wanted it. I bit my lip to try to stay quiet as I’m fully aware there are more girls outside my door. I hear laughing in the distance but I ignore it. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just me, Ash and my desire to come.

“I can hear how wet you are,” he groaned. Normally that would have made me self-conscious that if he could hear it, then others could too. But you know what? Who cares? Who fucking cares? “Make that pretty pussy drench for me, Perrie.” I bit my lip harder, the taste of copper on my tongue. “Tell me when.”

I nodded and managed to whisper out now as I shook and jerked, my orgasm tearing through me. I gasped almost in disbelief of what I just did.

“Good girl,” Ash taunted. I didn’t say anything as I focused on calming my breathing. “Take your panties off.”

I froze. “What?”

“Take. Your. Panties. Off.”

I briefly hesitated as I slipped the now wet panties off. “You have a courier?”

“Yeah... why?”

“Send them to me.” He said it so casually as if he were telling me what he wanted for dinner.

“What?”

“Send them to me. I’ll text you an address.”

Before I could say more, he hung up. A few seconds later an address appeared on the screen. He had to be joking, but since it was Ash, you never could tell. Taking a moment and then flushing the toilet to make it at least seem like I did something other than get myself off, I slowly opened the door and peeked out. There was only one other person at the far end. Heading to the sink, I quickly washed my hands then went back to my desk. When I made sure no one else was around me, I took the panties from my pocket and stuffed them in a manilla envelope and ordered a courier to deliver them to the address he sent me.

I tried focusing on work, but that was nearly impossible after the day I had. An hour later, I received a picture message from Ash. Not taking any chances, I once again made sure no one was around before viewing the pic.

A picture of his fully erect dick with my wet panties wrapped tightly around his cock, with his cum now coating the fabric.

By lunch, I practically rushed out of work, faking an illness I clearly didn’t have just to get home.

He knew it too because there he was leaning against the kitchen counter, sans shirt and those damn gray sweatpants. The only sound was him biting an apple.

“How was work?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, stepping closer. “I didn’t get anything done if that’s what you’re asking. I was busy fielding your sexual-innuendo-filled texts.”

“So,” he slowly walked toward me, and I already knew this was about to be dangerous, “we agree then? You can use my cock all you want, and I’ll use your cunt all I want because we ‘hate’ each other?”

I frowned. “Do you have to be so crude?”

“Yes.” Before I could respond, my blouse was ripped open, buttons flying everywhere, and his eyes landed immediately on my chest. My hands flew to cover myself, but he was too quick for me. “Let me see what I hate, Perrie.”

21

Perrie

My eyes peeled open at the sunlight filtering in the room. Shit, I forgot to close the blackout curtains. I stared at the picture next to the window. That’s not mine. I froze. I wasn’t in my bed. Hell, I wasn’t in my room. Ever so slowly, I looked behind me. Ash. Not just Ash, but naked Ash. Before I could decide if I wanted to freak out or not, I took a moment to just look at him. We were doing this. I could not believe we were really doing this, even if it was for just a short amount of time.

“Stop staring, it’s weird,” he said with his eyes still closed before finally smiling and opening his eyes. “There’s water on the nightstand beside you.” I turned around and grabbed both bottles, handing one to him before draining almost all of mine.

I started to speak but a knock at the front door halted us both. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised. “If we’re quiet, they’ll go away.” The knock happened again before he groaned. I quickly got out of bed, putting on yesterday’s