I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you...
***
Hans.
Prince of the Southern Isles.
Clever. Shrewd. Wicked. Deceptive.
But still fucking hot as fuck.
Why, oh why?
***
Don't want to, but I can't put nobody else above you
***
Anna wanted to scream it all out that night. So close to having something she wanted so bad. Something she should have known was fucking worthless.
And there he had been, smirking his ass off, strutting around, like he owned the damn place. She felt so used...so worthless. The smallest fish in the vastest sea.
And she hated him, she wanted to forget about him, she wanted nothing to do with him.
And yet she did. She wanted everything to do with him. A bitch couldn't deny the fact that he was sexy as hell...
Fuck it.
She really wanted him. She wanted him so bad. She'd never forgive him for what he'd done, but she wanted him so badly, and she was never going to get him. She knew it.
Because he was gone. She didn't know what to think of that.
He was gone, and he's never come back.
***
I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you...
