He doesn't do relationships. Neither does she. But they can't fight the attraction any longer...
Can Nate and Jillian help heal each other and revive the love in their lives that they've both been refusing to allow in for years? Or will they let the...
"I hate shopping! Why the hell do I do this to myself!" I muttered to myself. It was only nine am and already the idiots where out in full force, I was way to early to deal with this shit. Why did I decide to do the grocery shopping this early? And why the hell didn't I just do it online? The lack of coffee frying my brain is why Jill.
As I struggled to life the box of coke cans I'd bought, into my car, a pair of strong hands took over and lifted it for me. I looked up at Nate's face in surprise. It had been just over a week since I'd last seen him; since he'd abused me. He hadn't been into 'Rock & Pole' in that time and I wondered if he'd been avoiding me again, because he normally lived at that place.
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He laid a huge smile on me and that just pissed me off even more. I slammed the boot shut and pushed the trolley into the trolley bay before returning to my car. He was standing there with his arms folded across his chest, his smile still in place.
I glared at him. "So this is how you're going to play this shit out?"
"Play what out?"
"I haven't seen or heard from you for a week and the last time I saw you, you tod me to back the fuck off. Now you show up with a stupid look on your face, acting like nothing has happened."
His smile disappeared, and he rubbed his hand over his face. "Can we pretend that didn't happen?"
"No, Nate, we cannot pretend that didn't happen. I'm not a fake friend who is happy to let that shit slide. If you want that, you won't find it with me, so I suggest you go back to your skanky bitches, who I'm sure would be happy to provide you with a shallow friendship and a place to stick your dick." God, he riled me up lately and I couldn't even begin to understand why.
"Fuck, Jillian, you make it hard on a man."
"Oh for fuck sake, get over yourself." I muttered, and tried to shove my way past him to the front door of my car.
He placed his hand on my shoulder and stopped me before I could get past. "I'm sorry for being a prick the other day," he forced out. His eyes flamed with displeasure, and his shoulders tensed; this was hard for him to do, but I wasn't going to make it easy for the fucker.
"And what about the fact you've been a prick to me for months now?" I challenged him.
He opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it shut straight away and stared at me. I waited to see what he would say but nothing came out; he simply continued to stare. As much as I tried to figure out what he was thinking, he was unreadable. To me, anyway.
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