Page 31 of Sweet Hate
Super freakin’ hot.
I amsodone.
Blood boiling I drink some ice water, reining in my raging emotions to focus on writing my to do list.
Just as I manage to calm myself down, I hear him yell from the depths of his lair.
“Fuck!”
Awwww, he doesn’t sound happy. Ha. Karma can be such a bitch. A smirk creeps up my face, but it almost immediately falls away when my phone chimes with a message.
His name flashing up on my phone reignites the fire in my veins, my hands fisting in familiar anger. Funny how he can text me from the kitchen but couldn’t be bothered to answer my messages when I left.
Axel
We have a problem.
Oh bollocks, his bad Karma isn’t supposed to affect me. I’ve not done jack shit to deserve it.
Me
We’ve got a few of those. You being one of them. What is it now?
Axel
You should probably take a look.
Me
I can’t. The area has been sealed off to contain an unwanted biohazard. I’d rather not risk exposure.
Axel
Ha ha. Come round back, I’ll let you in.
This guy hasn’t said two words to me since he ran away, he can wait. I think I’ve reached my quota of bullshit for the week.
Me
This number is no longer in service.
Axel
Very fucking funny Haven. Get back here.
Me
Axel Verona, where are your manners? I KNOW your mother taught you better than this. Don’t make me tattle.
Axel
Hurricane, don’t toy with me. I’m not in the mood.
Me
Yes. It seems you’re never in the mood these days. Who pissed in your Cheerios?
Axel
