Page 63 of When love and Hate Collide

“I don’t understand you, I don’t. One second you're looking at me like you want to kill me, the next you’re all over me,” I tell him, not bothering to veil my frustration as I shift to get off him. “And then after we have sex, just like that you’re back to hating me again and kissing some other girl. And now you’re standing there giving me a speech about my safety and suddenly want to protect me. What is it you’re trying to do to me, Dean? Is this some sick game you’re playing? Or is it your soul mission in life to fucking drive me crazy!”

Dean gets up and dusts himself off, his face twisted in displeasure while he cleans the sand off his hands.

“I’m drivingyoucrazy?!” he barks back at me furiously. “What about you JJ? You’re quick to point out all the confusing shit I’m doing to you, but let’s turn the tables and shine the spotlight on you for a second, shall we?” Dean snarls advancing toward me. “You tell me you hate me at least ten times a day, but then I’ll catch you looking at me with those fucking desirous eyes of yours. Not ones that scream you hate me, no, it’s the ones you’re giving me right now that are begging me to fuck you.” I crane my neck to look up at him when he towers over me. “You say you don’t want me, then you turn into a catty little bitch with any girl you see me with. I’m not even going to get into that stunt you pulled on the plane.” He growls, his face inching closer to mine. “I wish I never walked into that bar and slept with you that night, because all you’ve done since then is screw with my fucking head.”

“Well, I should have fucked your little friend instead,” I reply forcefully, narrowing my eyes at him. “He would have been less of a head fuck, and I would have saved myself a lot of self-loathing.”

Dean’s eyes flash while we glare heatedly at one another.

“He doesn’t have what it takes to satisfy a little whore like you,” he drawls, gripping my face with his hand he tilts my head back. “No man will ever fuck you the way that I do,” Dean whispers bleakly. His forehead pressed against mine, he drags his thumb over my bottom lip.

“We’ll see about that after my date with Julian tomorrow night, won’t we?” I’m not going to sleep with Julian, but the satisfaction of seeing the anger twisting Dean’s face with the thought of another man touching me is more than enough.

“Try not to think about me too much.”

I smirk and lower my eyes to his mouth which is hovering just over mine.

“You’re already forgotten.” I reply, deliberately brushing my lips over his as I speak before I pull away, bat his hand away from my face and without saying another word I walk off back to the hotel leaving him watching me.

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Morning comes almost as soon as I lay my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. I’m barely in the cusp of sleep when I hear a light knock at my door. I ignore it at first, thinking its housekeeping, but the knocking becomes louder forcing me to open my eyes and groan reluctantly, dragging myself out of my bed and yanking the door open to a chirpy Ash and Jess.

"Morning sunshine!" they both exclaim simultaneously.

“No!” I groan and drag myself back to my bed. “It’s too early," I mumble sleepily and yawn before I bury my face into the softest pillow I’ve ever had the pleasure of sleeping on. I sigh, my eyes drifting shut again, allowing sleep to take me when something slams into my head causing my ears to ring. “Ow!” I whine, throwing the pillow I just took to the head back to Ashlyn who is standing over my bed grinning.

“Come on Jeykins, wake up, we’re in paradise and you’re still sleeping.” Ashlyn urges, filling a cup with water and holding an empty one in her other hand.

“Ash, I love you, I do, but in the nicest possible way, fuck off and let me sleep. I am begging you, I'm so tired.” I whimper, my eyes still closed.

“You have five seconds Jeyla Jenkins, otherwise you know what I'm going to do.” Ash sings. I ignore her. “Fine, have it your way,” I can hear it when she starts pouring the water from one glass to the other with long slow streams. I poke one eye open to see my sister watching her with confusion and Ashlyn smiles. “Wait for it,” she giggles.

The sound of the streaming water instantly triggers off my need to pee.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake Ashlyn! One day I'm going to drown you in one of those glasses.” I mutter, kicking back the covers and rushing to the toilet.

“Works like a charm,” I hear Ash gloat with a satisfied smirk while I sit on the toilet emptying my full bladder.

“That’s genius," Jess laughs high fiving Ashlyn as I walk out of the bathroom grumbling under my breath.

“Your sister has a very weak bladder, especially in the morning. I figured that out the summer of ninety-nine baby.”

“I hate you, bitch,” I gripe, sitting on my bed, looking a little fresher after washing my face.

“And I love you, too. Now get your sexy bum out of bed and into a bikini because we have some rays to catch.” Ashlyn says pulling back my curtains, flooding the room with bright sunlight. I hiss and close my eyes when my eyes sting. “Look how stunning it is out there and you’re wasting it sleeping. We still have to get breakfast, the boys are up and getting ready. Vamos!”

Oh lord, she’s doing that thing when she starts to use random words she picks up of the native language of whatever country we are in.

“Why don’t you vamoose out my room so I can get ready, you sleep hater,” I utter as I fish through my suitcase for a bikini.

“Jeyla, you can sleep when you’re dead. We're in fucking Cancun!” she shrieks excitedly and I wince, rubbing my temples. Of course she’s full of energy, she slept throughout the flight and last night. I on the other hand am running on less than five hours of sleep.

“Yes, okay I get it. Might as well kiss goodbye to my sleep because something tells me between you and jetlag, I won’t be getting much of it.” I hold up a plain blue bikini to the girls, and they nod in agreement.

“You have ten minutes to meet us at the breakfast hall. Don’t make me come back up here.” Ash says, pointing her finger in my face. When the door opens the smell of food wafts into my room, my stomach turns, and my mouth suddenly fills with saliva. As soon as the door clicks shut, I run to the bathroom and throw up the breakfast wrap I had on the plane. Oh no, I really hope I’ve not gone and got food poisoning. I sigh and rest my head against the toilet seat waiting for the nausea to ease before getting up.

Well, I feel like absolute shit. This is going to make the day much more pleasant. I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment and sigh. My eyes are red and sunken from lack of sleep and my face is pasty, likely from not consuming any food or drink properly over the last twelve hours and throwing up the little I did have in me. All the back and forth with Dean isn’t helping either.

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