Little Hate (M. Clifford Smut FF)

Chapter 7

*Michael's POV*
Man, my head hurts so bad. I wake up and see Greta's body next to me and I remember how bad I fucked her last night. All I could think about was the princess' body again and I hate that I've called all of the girls like that because they don't satisfy me like Y/N does.

I take my jeans on and my shirt along with my leather jacket and I get out before I can hear more of that pitchy voice of Greta.
I decide to go straight home and take a good deserved shower because I stink like a pig from all the alcohol and sex from last night.

As I open the door I see mom sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. "Where have you been Michael?" She asks.
"Mom, I'm really not in the mood." I say referring to one of her many lectures.
"When are you going to grow up and find a job? When will you settle to your own house and find a girl to marry?"
There she goes. I'm so sick of hearing this.
"Mom, not now." I say trying to move forward.
"But when Michael? You're 25! You have an IT diploma and you could easily find a job.. A very well played one as well. Look at Y/N, she already knows what she will be. She applied for Harvard law school and guess what ... She was accepted. So when are you just going to grow up?" Great ... At least she'll leave the house .

I swear mom would've wanted a daughter like Y/n...a perfect little brat. I don't even know why I'm so obsessed with her. She's so ... Annoying. Doing her homework and the housework also ... Shopping with her annoying little friends as well and acting like everything is revolving around her.

I just pass by my mom and go into the bathroom.
The cold water feels so good and awakening. The sound of the door opening makes me flinch my head and see Y/n coming in.
She closes the door leaning on it biting her lip and I'm certainly confused as fuck.

"Your mother left for work." She says and I turn around and wash my hair.
"What are you doing here princess?" She makes it all so hard. I fight with the urge to just take her in the shower and fuck her tight little pussy.

"You gotta stop calling me that bullshit. I'm sick of it and most of all I'm sick of you acting like this." And so she got mad.
"You seriously came here to have a fight with me?" I laugh turning around to face her and I can see her eyes lowering to my manhood.

"Ughh. Stop it Michael. I'm here to see what happened." Fuck, she's serious. I wrap a towel around my waist and get out of the shower.
"Nothing happened." I say and she grabs my arm. "Then why are you acting like this?"
"Like what?" I ask knowing exactly what she means.
"Like I mean nothing to you..." I can hear her voice cracking and I won't stay here to watch her cry.

"Maybe because you really don't." I lie mostly to myself and get out of the bathroom.

*Y/N's POV*
I have no idea why on earth I came here in the first place. It was for sure that he will act like the jerk he's always been.

"Then why didn't you just let me in the hospital that night?" I ask following him and I see him stop walking. I couldn't help myself. That night when i came from the hosputal i was so happy that he let me in somehow and that a part of him cared for me. Michael turns around slowly.

"Because I didn't want anything bad happening to you. I still wanted to use you for a little satisfaction.. Is this what you want to hear? I don't give a damn about you, you're just an extra toy I can play with." I blink a few times holding my tears in as he shuts angry the door to his room.

How on earth I ended up like this? He said he used me, but I liked it also. I was the one entering in his room, I am the one who used him, though I feel so strongly hurt I can tell I started to care for him more than a normal step sister would care for her brother.

Perhaps I wanted to hear him say that he cares for me, that I'm not just a random girl for him... But what I heard today hurt me more than physical pain could ever do.

If he thinks I will just cry him a river, he's wrong. I can't cry for him ...i won't cry for him... Fuck. Who am I kidding? As I slowly close the door to my room I let the tears roll down my cheeks. What the fuck is happening to me...he's my brother.

But he's not my brother. And he acts like the biggest jerk on earth but I can't stop thinking about the way he made me stay home and feed me and I start to think about how good I felt in my warm bed ...if it wasn't for him I'd have probably caught a cold. He was so sweet and how could I forget the way he touched me?

*Michael's POV*
Fuck ...why does she has to be so damn nosy about everything. I wonder how the fuck did she find out I took her home. For sure mom told her because she can't keep her mouth shut. The truth is those nurses weren't even with her and I knew I could take care of her more than that hospital could.

She's probably crying right now because of those fucking stupid words I said to her. Maybe is better this way. Maybe if we go back to hating each other I will finally be able to move on and fuck anyone without having to think about her.

Who am I lying to? She won't just let it be. Give her ten minutes and she'll probably be banging on my door to make me apologies to her. Though, I probably should. But no! I need to her to think that she's nothing to me... I need her to hate me. This way, at least one of us will be happy. We all know that won't be me. She will move on faster this way. But then again ... why am I so sure she cares about me? Maybe all I really am for her is a dick.

I know what I should do. Mom is right. Is time to get a job so i can buy my own place.
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