Page 49 of When love and Hate Collide

Am I sorry? Fuck no. I’ll never apologise for having good sex.

I can’t stand the vindictive bitch, but she is one good fuck and if I know anything about myself, now I’ve had a taste of her I’ll have a hard time kerbing the impulse of bending her over every time she fucks me off.

I follow Jeyla out of the room and pull the door shut behind me. Luckily, she’s not going anywhere fast in those boots she’s wearing so I manage to catch up with her in a couple of strides.

“JJ, stop acting like a child and get in the car so we can go home already.” I say while following her and she shakes her head.

“I told you I can find my own way home.” Fucking Christ, she is so exasperating.

I grab her arm and pull her back to me, “Oh yeah? And how do you plan on getting home, we’re twenty miles away?”

“There are these things—I don’t know if you’ve heard of them, they’re called taxis. They come in handy when you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere with someone you don’t want to share a forty-five-minute journey with.”

I glare down into her haughty face, unamused, “I’m not going to ask you again, get in the fucking car.”

“Why won’t you leave me the fuck alone, Reyes?” She hisses, trying to free her arm from my hold but I tighten it and she winces, hardening her glare.

“Oh, I have every intention to after I drop your arse home, Jenkins.” I retort irritably. “At least that way my conscience is clear, and I don’t have to worry about being blamed for anything that happens to you when I’m the last person you were seen with.”

“Oh, you have a conscience?" She sneers, raising a brow and chuckles bitterly while shaking her head. “That’s laughable.” I roll my eyes.

“Last chance, get in the car.”

“Never.”

“JJ, I'm losing my patience.”

“What Dean, are you going to throw me in by force?” She inquires sceptically, and when I raise my brows, she laughs. “I would love to see you try.”

“Suit yourself.” I say and in one swift move I grab her waist and hoist her over my shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down you piece of shit!” She shrieks, flailing about and slapping my back. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you stupid jerk, put me down right now!” She demands hotly. The reception staff come out of the hotel when they hear her shouting.

“Everything is fine, my wife can be a little overdramatic when she’s on her period.”

“Your wife?!” she sputters furiously. “You fucking wish, and I am not on my period! He’s taking me against my will, call the police; call the FBI!” she shouts at them, and they look at each other and back at us.

“JJ shut the fuck up or I will really give you something to scream about,” I tell her through clenched teeth as I pull the door open and stuff her arse inside. I flick the child lock switch so she can’t open the door from the inside and run off before I slam the door shut. I fix my shirt and walk around the car waving at the reception team still watching us. “My parents warned me not to marry her. I wish I listened.” I warn them flippantly with a shrug and they laugh and go back inside.

At least they didn’t take her seriously and call the fucking cops on me. That’s all I need, getting arrested for abduction.

I can hear Jeyla pulling on the handle trying to open the door, and smirk. “It’s locked.” I tell her and she glowers at me and slams her hands on the dashboard.

“Goddamn you, Reyes!”

“You should know better than to test me by now, JJ. If I say I’m going to do something, I’ll damn well do it.” Jeyla sends me a withering glare and folds her arms over her chest.

“Fuck off and die you bastard.”

I smirk and get in the car, “This is going to be a fun drive.”

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The fifty-minute drive back home was, thankfully, spent in complete silence. Jeyla didn’t utter a word, just kept her gaze out the passenger side window. I’m counting down the minutes until I get to have some peace and quiet. We finally pull up on our street and I have never been so happy to see my house. I park my car in the garage and kill the engine. I turn and look at Jeyla, and it’s clear she was still furious with me. What else is new?

“Home sweet home,” I say, breaking the awkward silence and she turns her head and glares at me sideways.

“Home sweet home?” she intones, seething. “Do you think this is a joke?”

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