Page 75 of Hate So Deep

I’ve never touched his hair or run my fingers over the sexy stubble on his chin. We’ve never cuddled or shared the deepest parts of ourselves and as he catches his breath, still rigid inside of me, I wish with every fiber of my being that he would finally allow me into his world.

This is what inspires me to reach out and brush my fingers through the thick strands on his head, only to pause, my heartjumping into my throat when he leans back and his icy eyes meet mine.

Gone is the rabid lover who couldn’t let this die and, in its place, the man who continues to break my heart when he throws me away.

This time, I don’t think I can survive what’s coming and bracing for impact, I look away into Kayla’s wide fucking eyes from where she’s standing at the door.

It’s a shitty move but I don’t fucking care that she’s witnessed this because her cruelty still burns in my heart.

Either way, it doesn’t matter what she thinks or says because it’s Dirk who gives the killing blow when he says, “You’re right. I’m tired of playing the fucking game. Go back to your world, Lala and leave me in mine.”

Game?

So, this is a game now?

Weirdly, it burns for him to call me Lala because I sense that it’s his way of putting distance between us. Still, I know that if I don’t get as far away from him as possible and right now, I’m going to break and that’s the last thing I want to do.

He doesn’t deserve to see my pain, which is why I school my features into a nonchalance that I do not feel as I whisper, “Works for me.”

A weird silence drops between us after that, and I slide along the wall in the hopes of reaching that door before I lose control, but I guess Dirk has one final parting shot left for me and I shrink away when he says, “Thanks for the fun time, baby.”

Fun…time?

Dazed I meet his stare, and he cocks a brow before turning away. My veins burn at his cruel dismissal though and I spit, “I fucking hate you. Stay away from me. Just stay the fuck away.”

Although his shoulders stiffen, he merely sighs before saying, “That’s just it, Lala. We played the game. You lost. Don’t come crying to me because you didn’t get what you wanted.”

“You’re a sick fuck,” I mutter, shuddering when he chuckles and turns at the door.

“You wanna know what happened to Stacey Hughes? Big tits…no personality.”

Not really but I suspect he doesn’t care about what I want, and my suspicions are confirmed when he says, “We had a bet, couple of us guys. Whoever bagged her first won. It was a game, baby girl. It’s always a game.”

Stacey Hughes dropped out of school because she was pregnant and couldn’t name the father…

“Who won?” I whisper and his nostrils flare.

“It was a three-way tie.”

Dirk

My dick still twitches as I walk away, but I don’t look back. Despite telling her for months that she doesn't belong in my world, something snapped when she finally agreed.

Now she’s too good for me? After I fucked her dirty over and over again. How many times did I make her come…me?

This is why I pushed her against the wall and treated her like the meaningless slut she should have been, except for every breath I spent pushing her, she met me right back.

Now I’m left with the knowledge that Lauren fucking Stark won the game and I’m the one who has to eat fucking crow.

Sure, I lied about Stacey, but it doesn’t really matter. We played because we were bastards and whether it was Stacey or some other girl, it ended the same.

Of course, because fuck my life, Kayla is waiting outside the door, and it doesn’t take a genius to see by the scowl on her face that she knows what I just did. I’m not proud of it but once again, I am who I am.

These chicks don’t get it. I’m being fucking nice when I say that this is tame fucking shit but still, they come at me from all sides, crying dirty.

You wanted the filth, don’t blame me when it doesn’t end the way you wanted it to.

“What was that?” Kayla hisses and I glance behind me.

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