Exes aren't supposed to end up as best friends. Exes-turned-bff's should never have a one night stand. Dexter and Hadley do.

Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.

If you hate something, would you change it? And if you change it, will you like it? Hindi alam ni Charity kung bakit ayaw na ayaw sa kanya ni Jayden Corpuz. Hindi pa kailanman ito nangyari sa buhay niya. Simula pagkabata, mahal na siya ng mga taong nakapaligid sa kanya. Ni isa, mapa babae o lalaki, wala siyang naging hater. At ngayong 21 years old na siya, saka pa siya magkakaroon ng hater? At sa katauhan pa ng lalaking gusto niya? How did that happen? Lahat ng gusto niya ay nakukuha niya, pero bakit ang isang ito, naiirita sa kahit simpleng paghawi niya ng buhok? Ang kwentong ihi-hate mo. jonaxxstories.

What is love? Written ©️ 2014

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."