[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"You can't win unless you learn how to lose." - Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
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I can't fucking believe it. I lost a bet against Ashley Scott.
I was really sure I was going to get her to lose first by wrapping her around my finger. She was so close to give in. How did it happen that the tables turned?
I caught her checking me out more than once, poor thing didn't even realize it...but I always knew. The tension between us had grown stronger because of the bet and because of the club visit.
The way she was dressed tonight almost gave me a heart attack, I'm not complaining. She looked so fucking gorgeous that I couldn't help but stare...red really suits her. The dress hugged her perfect curves and my hands itched to finally take it off.
It was the only thing I could think about since she left her room. I'm really glad I had locked myself up all day, because otherwise I would have never been able to stand it. Even when we created the crime board I was really debating if I should just shit on the bet.
However, I was so sure I was going to win and I was so determined. I couldn't even carry out the plan I had thought of, because who would have thought otherwise, Ashley had also had something in mind that she caught me completely off guard with, which led to me losing after all.
Everyone has their limit and I had discovered my new one when this pathetic excuse of a man had put his hands on her body. How he had grabbed her ass and her tits...I was just so damn pissed that I lost my temper.
I knew we would have been thrown out if I hadn't held myself back. And we couldn't have afforded that, it would have caused too much of a stir. Who knows who's all around us and might be watching us....
I wanted to break his fucking arms though, especially when he stuck his tongue down her throat. Of course, I knew that it was she who was behind the kiss and the poor guy got right in the middle of our fronts without knowing it. But that doesn't change the fact that I want to kill him.
I just couldn't control myself anymore, however the feeling I felt was unknown to me. I was pissed off and angry, but I felt sick to my stomach which is definitely a dangerous sign and hasn't happened in a long time. Everything that follows is beyond my rational decisions.
I just had to step in between. And that had been exactly her plan....
But dear Ashley really has no idea what she had triggered with her action.
