Page 42 of Sweet Hate
Drowning myself in the bottle was a mistake.
It didn’t even have the desired effect of leaving me totally unaware of my Hurricane's presence in the bar tonight.
The minute she walked in, she had every dude's attention. She was oblivious, as per usual, unlike me. There was a low hum buzzing over my skin, my every sense hyperaware of her any move.
Which, of course, is why I couldn’t stop myself from watching as she spent half the fucking night sitting on Lucas’s lap. It took all my willpower not to go over and grab her. He has no right to touch her.
Neither do you.
Growling at the mental image of that luscious ass pressed onto his lap, I sit up and turn the light on.
What’s the fucking point? I’m not getting any sleep tonight anyway.
I couldn’t even muster up the excitement to talk to the nice blonde flirting with me. She was down. Made it super fucking easy. It’s been months since I had the desire to hook up withanyone, but I figured it might help get Haven off my mind—take the edge off so I stop trying to maul her every chance I get.
But of course, the asshole downstairs apparently took a vow of chastity unbeknownst to me.
The blonde was flashing her cleavage practically under my nose, and I didn’t even feel a little tingle. If anything, the minute she touched my arm, my dick hid like a turtle in its shell.
I might be worried my junk was broken, if not for the fact that the fucker not only stirred but stood to salute at the sound of Haven’s laugh.
Apparently, this is me now. Tits and ass don’t do shit for me unless they belong to her. Even if she’s sitting on someone else’s cock.
I know I’m being irrational. She wasn’t sitting on Lucas’s cock. But right now, I don’t feel like I’ve got a rational brain cell left.
I need a distraction. Picking up my phone, I see a bunch of messages from my friends. I usually ignore the group chat. They know I don’t have the time or capacity to keep up with the inane bullshit chatter, so they know they need to contact me separately if they need anything urgent. Tonight, though? Maybe this is just what I need.
Opening the chat, the screen jumps around at the sheer volume of messages. Jesus Christ. They’ve been busy. But shit, my distraction has gone up in smoke. Lucas added Haven to the chat.
The image I was trying to get out of my head of the two of them looking cozy as fuck, is right here too—immortalized forever.
Like a man obsessed, I study her heart shaped face. The wide smile lighting up her eyes—the one that used to make an appearance when she looked at me.
I should put the phone down and walk away, but like a car crash rubbernecker, I need to see more. Reading what she said islike an insight into her mind. Yeah, I know, it’s my fault I don’t know shit but that’s not the point. Here I am, scrolling like a fucking creeper.
Of course, the girls grill her about the men she’s fucked, and Lucas even has the balls to throw my name out there while he’s sitting with my girl draped over his lap.
My jaw aches from the grinding. At this point, I’m lucky I have any teeth left.
What I see next stops my heart clean dead.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck” I groan into the empty apartment, flinging my head back onto the pillow. She’s sent a bunch of photos from her time in London, and in one particular photo, she’s standing against a floor to ceiling window, the London skyline behind her, wearing a short black lace dress that looks incredible on her curves, and the highest, sexiest hot pink shoes I’ve ever fucking seen.
My cock is suddenly rock hard and straining against my boxers as I zoom in on the photo. Her eyes shine like aquamarines against her black makeup, and her plump lips are shiny and pink. They look exactly like they used to after I spent all afternoon kissing her senseless.
“I had a date.”I see red, my nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge.
She dressed like this for some guy. Her lips probably look like that becausethatfucker kissed her senseless.
I hate her. I hate her so fucking much. But as I save the photo to my phone, my palm squeezing my still rock-hard cock, I hate myself even more.
She's a walking, talking, sinful temptation. My salvation and destruction.
So why can’t I walk away?
Bleary eyed,I wake up to find I’m still holding my phone with my left hand. My right hand grips my cock, the sticky, wet sensation under my palm shocking me fully awake.
What the hell?
