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66 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 16, 2024
The hatred I have toward Whitney battles with my physical attraction to her. It drives me crazy that I want to punch her in the face but also fuck the shit out of her.
"I feel so good. My pussy is super wet for you, Quinn." "I'm not Quinn, Whit. I'm Weston." I pull out my phone to record whatever's happening. I'm sure it's only going to help me ruin her. "No you're not," she argues and pulls off her shirt. "He would never take me home let alone fuck me. He's an asshole who hates me." "I do hate you," I tell her off-camera. "So why are you filming me? You want a show, don't you, Quinn?" I encourage her. "Do whatever you feel like doing."
Weston moans before he pulls away from the kiss. "Get the fuck out of my apartment, Shit-ney." He stalks away from me, and it takes every ounce of determination not to cry while I gather my clothes. My legs are wobbly, tripping and stumbling as I put my clothes on, not bothering to wipe his spunk off me as I bolt through his door.
"Fuck you," she hisses. "You did that already. If you want to go again, we have some time." "Are you clean?" "Clean as a whistle, but I'm still going to ge tested. No telling where that pussy's been. I can't believe you were going to let Quinn fuck you."
That guts me because, in the heat of last night, she told me to stop, but I didn't. Fuck. We're alike and different in so many ways. "We're horrible people, you know?" I tell her, my eyes betraying the guilt, gripping me by the throat.
The last six weeks on campus fly by with Whitney blossoming into the beautiful woman I held her back from becoming. The video recording of her confession is long gone, but she remains by my side as my girlfriend. It takes some students time to get used to us together, but there's nothing that can make me go back to the way things were. People are careful with their words around us. I enforce every notion that I'm crazy about her.
Our past, our history, the hatred, the revenge, the blackmail, the assaults, none of it matters anymore. We've found a space in life and time that works for us. We don't care about the glares or whispers.
I can't imagine getting to this point from where we started, but I'm so happy I hated her enough to kick off this madness. Who would have thought my forever would come at the hands of a woman who didn't take no for an answer?