Page 60 of When love and Hate Collide

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Four hours later we finally land, and we are currently waiting at baggage claim to collect our luggage. Jeyla has been conversing with some bloke she met on the plane. Julian, I think his name is. They’ve been talking and laughing for ages; he even whisked her away to join him for a drink in first class. Turns out his father owns the airline and he’s next in line to inherit and run the family business.

“I’d really like to see you again, Jeyla. There’s a seafood restaurant that serves the best lobster and oysters. It would be a crime to come all the way here and not try it. Let me take you tomorrow night?” Jeyla smiles warmly and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear flirtatiously.

“I’d love too.”

I’m seething on the inside at the thought of her going off anywhere with him. Which I know is absurd, because why the fuck should I care who she decides to date? We’re nothing to each other so I’ve got no right to be this possessive over her.

What a pretentious prick.

While I’m standing waiting for our luggage to come around, Rachel is talking my ear off and I’m doing my best to avoid looking at Jeyla and Julian, but my eyes involuntarily keep veering over to them.

“He’s so damn hot. Doesn’t he remind you of that actor, Liam Hemsworth a little bit?” Ashlyn gushes to Jess who nods in agreement.

“That’s it!” Jess gasps, her brown eyes wide while she looks over at the six foot something blond swathed in an expensive suit, grinning charismatically at her baby sister. “That’s who he reminds me of. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure it out since we saw him on the plane.” Ashlyn grins and gives Jeyla the thumbs up when she looks over at us.

Her tired green eyes find mine very fleetingly before they turn to look at Julian again. Are her cheeksflushed?

“Can you imagine if it works out between them? Jeyla will be married to a millionaire,” Jessica says with a smile, hooking her arm through Ashlyn’s.

“Jeyla’s not fazed or drawn to a person for their wealth or materialistic things. She’s one of those girls that is attracted to personality above everything else. If he treats her right and is loyal and honest, that’s all she really cares about.” Ashlyn tells Jess, who smiles.

“Sometimes I can’t believe we’re sisters. We couldn’t be more different. Give me the life of luxury any day over a dweeb that opens doors for me and buys me flowers and shit. If it doesn’t sparkle, I don’t want it,” Jess says with a laugh.

“Oh, so you’re openly admitting to being a gold digger?” Oz inquires, leaning against the luggage trolley and she smiles.

“Excuse you, I am not a gold digger nor am I looking to be a kept woman. I’ve always envisaged being this power couple with my husband. I want a life where we both work together to build our empire. A relationship where we both hold equal power… unless it’s in the bedroom, then he can throw my skanky arse around.” Jess goes on to explain with a giggle. Ashlyn and Oscar both laugh.

“Yes, exactly that! What’s unfortunate is that men like that don’t exist outside of fictional romance novels. Seriously, Jeyla has a whole collection of all these erotic books she likes to read, and the unholy things the male characters do to these women,” Ashlyn expresses fanning herself. “She made me read one and I’ve been hooked ever since. What sucks now is that no guy compares to those fictional men. Why is it so hard to find a guy that’s confident and dominating in the bedroom? I want a man to be a man in the bedroom. Like don’t be afraid to pull my hair and give me a spank here and there.” Ash states and both Oz and I fix her with a glare, which she completely flouts.

“Ash!” We scold her, and she rolls her eyes in exasperation. “That’s way too much information.”

“Can you two knuckleheads please grow up and stop treating me like I’m five years old? I’m twenty-three years old, I do have sex, the same way you two do with every skank that shows you attention,” Ash fires back and looks over at Rachel who stares at her affronted. “No offence, I’m sure you’re lovely.” Oz’s face contorts and he shakes his head.

“As your brothers, we don’t need to hear the details of how much you love to be spanked, okay? You keep thatshitto yourself.” I tell her firmly and pull my arm out of Rachel’s grasp when my arm starts to get clammy.

Ashlyn smirks and stretches her arms over her head with a groan, “Maybe you should both pay attention, you might learn a thing or two about what women like.” I go to respond but stop when Jeyla re-joins the group. “Ah, here she is. The princess of smut herself.” Jeyla’s eyes grow wide, and she throws a glare at Ashlyn who grins. “I was just telling these guys about the filthy books you like to read.” Jeyla’s cheeks fill with blood, and she affixes my sister with a‘I’m going to kill you’look.

I’ll be safely storing away that information to torture her with later. Though, I did wonder why she enjoys being choked while I fucked her and how much wetter her pussy gets when I degrade her. It all makes sense now. Little miss perfect is not so innocent after all.

She has a degrading kink.

“They’re not filthy books Ash, they’re romance novels.” Jeyla quickly defends, and when Ashlyn gives her a pointed look she sighs. “Okay fine, erotic romance novels. There’s nothing wrong with reading explicit books. Just as men watch porn and react to the visual aspect, we like to read erotic books that stimulate our imagination. It’s not just about the sex, it’s the slow build up, the chemistry and passion that comes with it that incites our arousal.” Jeyla explains tranquilly and I notice she’s avoiding my gaze.

My body reacts and heats up instantly at her words. My cock starts to twitch and swell as the wordschemistry,passionandarousalflows past those gorgeous lips.

“I think I should start reading more of these books,” Jess admits shoulder bumping her sister who smiles adorably.

“Oh, there’s my suitcase.” Jeyla shuffles over to the rotating belt to collect her case. When I see her struggling with it. I walk over to give her a hand.

“I got it.” Jeyla looks back at me when I lean over her to pick up her suitcase. Our eyes linger a touch too long when my hand covers hers on the handle. I squeeze my fingers around hers and she draws in a quick breath.

“Let go.”

Jeyla pulls her hand back quickly and steps away so I can lift it off the belt.

“Oh my God, I think we’ve flown into an alternate universe. Dean Reyes just helped Jeyla Jenkins with her bag. Everyone else saw that too, right?” Ashlyn gushes, looking around the group who are smiling at us. I roll my eyes and reach over to pick mine up that came in right after hers.

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