I Still Hate You Marie Skye (bill gates books to read .TXT) 📖

while whining. I waved her off, and she sulked to the dance floor. I pointed to the empty seat now next to me and Perrie and her new friend sat down.

“I’ve never been here,” Perrie said before sipping her drink.

I ignored her and looked over her instead. “Kel? As in like the green leafy vegetable that tastes like ass?”

Perrie sputtered on her drink before nudging me in the side. “What is wrong with you? Be nice.” Oh, I’ll be nice. I’ll be really fucking nice.

“It’s okay. I’ll get you another drink, okay?” Kel didn’t wait for her to answer as he kissed her cheek and got up to flock through the crowd.

She turned to me. “What is your problem?”

I ignored her again, looking her up and down. “What are you wearing?”

“What do you think? I’ve had it and figured why not; it’s just collecting dust in the closet.” It had a V-neck that went down to her navel, not to mention it was so short, I’m sure if anyone tried, they could see her pussy. She rolled her eyes as she looked out to the people on the dance floor. “It’s not even that short.”

The hell it wasn’t. “It was short enough for assface to come on to you.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of what we’re doing? To get me more confident and out there. Isn’t that what you said? Wasn’t that the purpose of our sessions?”

How the fuck dare she? Who the fuck did she think she was to use my words against me? I got closer to her face. “Not when you decide to dress like a whore!”

I froze

She froze.

It felt like the whole damn club froze since that was the exact moment the music stopped playing. That was also the moment fuckface decided to bring his ugly ass face around and set two drinks on the table. Neither Perrie nor I said anything as we just stared at each other, breathing hard.

I fucked up.

She stood up, took her drink and threw it in my face. I should’ve expected that. What I didn’t expect was the slap that followed, which made the sting worse because of the ice she just threw in my face. She turned to Kel and took his drink from him and downed it. She wiped her mouth before glaring at me. “Come on, Kel, let’s go back to my place.”

My eyes widened at what she just said.

I fucked up.

I royally fucked up.

31

Ash

Despite what she said, Perrie didn’t come home that night, nor the next night either. By then, I was getting anxious. Each call went directly to voicemail, each text went unanswered, then before I knew it, any texts I did send, immediately came back as Not Delivered. She blocked me, she fucking blocked me.

I was just about to call around again for the third time when the front door opened and shut. Perrie walked right in, heels in hand, still in the same dress from the other night. She glanced at me barely, as I held out my cup of juice to her as some sort of a peace offering. I wondered if she was still mad at me. Her eye roll was beyond distinctive as she went to her room and slammed the door behind her.

I guess no juice then.

I went over to her door and knocked, when she didn’t answer I knocked louder. “Perrie, come on.” I knocked again and even tried the doorknob.

Locked.

“Perrie, I’m sorry, okay? I am, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said to you. I was being an ass I know.” I banged and still it went unanswered. “It wasn’t you, it wasn’t the dress, it was… me.” I found myself admitting the truth. It was me. She looked hot as hell in the dress, but me being a jealous prick and seeing how other men reacted, made me well… jealous. I didn’t want her to wear it for them, I wanted her to wear it for me. I slid down the door and banged again.

Nothing.

After what felt like hours, she finally opened the door and I fell back. She gave me a look of disgust as she stepped over me. I hadn’t even noticed it was nighttime. I stood up going to her. “Perrie, I—”

“Stop. Just stop. I’m going to work. I highly encourage you to not be here where I can see you when I get back. Okay? Thanks.”

32

Ash

This is exactly why I don’t date. Women are complicated. The moment I develop feelings for one of them, I go and fuck things up somehow.

“Wing me.”

I looked over at Eric and handed him the container of wings. I swear to God, he was like a man child—face and fingers just full of sauce. I couldn’t even think of a good reason as to why I was even friends with him. He wanted to come over and get his ass kicked in a few games.

He was staring at something on his laptop. “Eric, are we playing Fortnite or not?”

“No can do, it’s almost showtime.”

I reached for the last slice of pizza. “The hell are you watching, man?” I peered over Eric’s shoulder briefly, already bored with whatever he was doing.

“Any minute now, she’s going to take off the sweater. They turn the heat up to where it’s almost unbearable.” He laughed as he focused on his screen. I checked my phone, still no messages from Perrie, not even one saying fuck you, which I would have happily accepted. I sent her another one, telling her I was sorry. Again.

“Ash, you are one lucky son of a bitch.”

I sighed as I glanced at Eric. He had to be the most annoying prick I’ve ever come across, and I’ve come across a lot of pricks. I’ll humor him, I have the time, apparently. “Why is that?”

“Are you kidding?” He pointed to his screen as if it were obvious. “You get to see that every damn day. Please tell me you’ve hit that.”

I stared at