Page 96 of Hate To Love You

I swear I’m scarred for life.

Me

Omg!! ??

I make a mental note to ask Lainey about that later. I’m surprised she didn’t tell me. I can imagine Lainey walking around naked and Damian walking in while she walks out of her room. She probably threw something at him. I kind of wish I was there to see it.

I pull up Ryker’s texts next, and my face heats with surprise.

Hotshot ??

Hotshot ??

I am going to fuck you so

hard tonight. Don’t wear

any panties, I’ll just tear

them off.

Me

Oh really? I’ll make sure

to wear my tightest jeans.

Hotshot ??

You just love to test me,

don’t you, Rebel? I think

you deserve a smack on

the ass for that comment.

Me

I look forward to it.

Hotshot ??

You’re killing me, Gwen.

I toss my phone on the bed with a huge grin on my face. The result of talking to Ryker every single time.

Ryker has quickly become one of my favorite people, and I love talking to him. I love learning more about him and feeling like I can tell him things. What we have was unexpected to say the least, but it’s also so incredibly strong.

A knock on my door interrupts my train of thought.

“Come in,” I call. Two seconds later, Lainey strolls in looking like a fucking supermodel with her tight, short skirt, sequined halter top, and stiletto heels, her hair pulled into a half up half down look.

“Damn, Lainey. You look hot as fuck,” I tell her, my jaw practically on the floor as I look her up and down. Lainey is insanely pretty, and she knows it. I’ve never met anyone more confident in themselves.

The thing about Lainey is that even though she knows she’s attractive, she’s not a total bitch about it. You know those girls that think they’re hot shit, so they treat everyone else like peasants? Yeah, Lainey is not one of them.

I’m confident for the most part, and I typically don’t give a shit what people think about me. But I’m nowhere near as confident as Lainey is.

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