Page 11 of When love and Hate Collide

I sigh, rubbing my temples, “I went out for some drinks with the boys and ended up at Dante’s place.”

“Dante’s?” Oz intones and shifts to look back at me, his frown deepening. “Didn’t he go off for the summer?”

“Yeah.”

Realisation dawns upon my big brother’s face and he smiles knowingly. “Ah, so the fuck pad is clearly being made use of in D’s absence, then? And judging by the shit eating grin on your face you had quite the night.” He adds with a wide grin. “What’s the name of this bird that’s got you grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat?”

“I don’t know.” I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “She wouldn’t tell me her name, but fuck it was amazing–shewas amazing. This girl had me rock hard all night and that’s fucking rare for me.” I explain, recalling images of the passionate moments I shared with her.

“Wow, will you be seeing this one again?” Oz questions curiously and slaps the cover to his laptop shut.

I shake my head sullenly, my mood deflating at the thought of never seeing her again. “Nah, I doubt it. I don't know her name, we didn’t exchange numbers. She went and ducked out on me man,” I explain, sitting up and pushing my fingers through my messy hair in frustration.

Oz cackles heartily and I stare at him blankly, “No fucking way,” he continues to laugh. “She did a runner on you? Maybe you weren’t as gratifying as you seem to believe if she legged it out of there without a word, little bro.” He teases and shrugs when I glare at him unamused. “Don’t look at me like that, there are two reasons a girl would take off and not leave her number. One, she’s married or in a committed relationship and doesn’t want to be tracked down.” Oz points out holding up his index finger. “Two, you were not that great in the sack, because I assure you little bro, women cannot resist a good dicking.”

I roll my eyes and whack him with my pillow again and he guffaws. “Fuck right off, look at the marks she left on my neck. And the way she was screaming and clawing at my back I know she was loving every sordid second of what I was giving her.”

“Maybe she’s good at faking it.” Oz suggests with a smirk before looking at his phone when it vibrates on the bed beside him.

“Get the fuck out of my room.” I utter sourly and Oz grins toothily, clearly pleased with himself for aggravating me first thing in the morning.

“Hey, no need to get all testy bro, it happens to the best of us. Remember, every woman is different, you can’t please them all and practice makes perfect.” I sigh and glare hard at him when he slaps my arm and snorts a laugh.

“Oz, get the fuck out or so help me God, I will put you in a choke hold.” I threaten and he grabs his laptop and hightails it out of my room laughing the whole time.

Fucking bell end.

Muttering under my breath I take out a fresh towel from my cupboard, toss it over my shoulder and walk out of my bedroom to the bathroom two doors adjacent to my room. My eyes are burning from lack of sleep, but I need a hot shower before I pass out for a couple of hours. I pass by Ashlyn’s bedroom and stop when I hear laughter filtering through her door.

“Yes!” I hear my sister exclaim. “Jeyla Jenkins, you better spill right this second!” I glare frostily at the wooden door when I hearhername. An unpleasant chill passes right through me and my muscles tauten with agitation at the mere mention of that she-devil’s name.

Of all the friends my sister made over the years, of courseshehad to be the one that stuck around. Ten other girls on our street and she chooses that bitch to be her best friend.

Why, oh why, couldn’t Ashlyn have picked Samantha, Claire or what’s her face… Yazmin, that’s it. I don’t mind them. I’m not particularly fond of them and sure they’re annoying as fuck but they don’t make me want to ram my fist through a wall every time they smile.

I tried every crafty scheme I could think of growing up to drive a wedge between Ash and Jeyla, so I wouldn’t be forced to spend eighteen hours of my day looking at her haughty face, but they would argue, stop talking for a day and make up again. They’re inseparable, have been since they were five and it doesn’t help that our parents are good friends either.

Fuck me, the thought alone of seeing her this summer makes me sick to my stomach. I’ve successfully managed to avoid seeing her over the last couple of years. I just don’t know what it is about her, but she’s got this infuriating aura about her that makes my stomach burn with absolute rage.

Very few can get under my skin, and Jeyla Jenkins sits at the very top of that list.

“Shut the fuck up!”

Sprawled out on Ash’s bed, I giggle hysterically into her pillow. “Do it again.” I wheeze, wiping away the tears that stream down the side of my face.

Ashlyn lays on her stomach and flaps around demonstrating the comical thrusting of her sexual encounter the night before and pulling one of the most comical faces I’ve ever seen. I howl with laughter again and she giggles. “I’m serious, the entire time I just stared at up him utterly horrified. Honest to God, Jey, I don’t even think I was blinking.”

I use my fingers and wipe away the tears of laughter. “Oh Ash,” I gasp between peals of laughter.

“Bitch, I was shooketh. I was convinced he was having a seizure on top of me. Thank the lord it was over in less than two minutes.” She adds with a shudder.

“I think this is a clear sign that you should give your fanny a rest, love.” I state with a teasing smile, she snorts in response and sits up, crossing her legs.

“You must be joking. If anything, I need to find someone stat to screw me out of that horrid experience.” Ashlyn states matter-of-factly. “Anywho, enough about my disastrous night. I want to hear more about this sexy mystery man of yours.” She gushes grinning at me, her gorgeous jade eyes gleaming with curiosity

“He was…” I trail off, licking my lips when I recall the way his muscles rippled and flexed under my hands with every ragged thrust. “Mind-blowing, in every way possible.” I explain standing up.

Ashlyn watches me, “So, why didn’t you give him your number then?” Ashlyn questions, hugging the little white bear she’s had since we were ten to her chest.

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