Page 61 of The Way I Hate Him
Years?
Well, I fucking liked every second of it, and I shouldn’t . . . for many reasons.
Reason number one, her brother hates me.
Reason number two, she’s twelve years younger.
Reason number three, she’s technically working for me.
But Jesus, none of that seems to matter as I keep wanting to go back into the living room to talk to her. To check out her progress. To just see if I can get her riled up.
Like right now, I want to go out there and just start a goddamn conversation for the hell of it.
I’m not going to, though.
Nope. Not going out there.
I take a deep breath and pick up my phone. I pull up my thread with Abel and shoot him a text.
Hayes:I think I fucked up.
If anyone can help me through these thoughts in my head, it’s him. Thankfully, he must be between patients because he texts me back.
Abel:If you tell me you fucked Hattie, I’m going to lose it.
Hayes:No. I didn’t.
Abel:Thank Jesus. Then how did you fuck up?
Hayes:I know you told me to be careful, but I think the reason I can’t seem to let her go is because I let her get under my skin.
Abel:What level under your skin are we talking about?
Hayes:I like being around her.
Abel:Jesus. Dude, I’m telling you, this is a bad idea. Really fucking bad. Okay, you do not want to get involved.
Hayes:I know, and there are other reasons I shouldn’t get involved, many other reasons, but it’s hard not to get pulled in by her charm.
Abel:Try harder. If you need to, go find someone to shake off these . . . feelings. Anything to get your mind off her.
Hayes:Yeah, you’re right. I just think I’m spending too much time near her. She won’t be here this weekend, her friend will be in town. That will help.
Abel:Perfect. This weekend, find someone to fuck.
Hayes:Okay, yeah. I can do that.
Abel:Good, and if you start to feel like this again, text me. I’ll help you out. Even if that means you need to send me a dick pic to get that out of your system.
Hayes:Do you think that’s something I do?
Abel:I don’t know. I’m just here to serve.
Hayes:I’ll spare you the dick pic.
Abel:Thank Jesus. Although, with the amount of old cocks I see in a week, I could use a fresher one.
Hayes:Are you calling my dick fresh?
