"What?" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep, rude voice. Ethan has pitch-black hair, is 6 feet tall, with a solid build. His deep grey eyes are glaring at me right now. His jawline is so sharp I'm sure it can cut through anything.
"You hit me, spilling my coffee all over me," I say, pointing out the obvious.
"So, what do you want me to do about it?" he asks, like he's done nothing wrong.
"You're supposed to say sorry," I say in a duh tone.
"And why should I?"
"Because that's what people with manners do."
"I know that, but you don't deserve a sorry from me."
"Wow. And why is that?"
"Because black bitches like you don't deserve it," he says with a sneer.
"I have told you times without number to stop calling me that," I say, angry at his insults.
"Make me," Ethan says, taking a dangerous step closer. I don't say anything but hiss and walk past him. I don't know why I expected him to apologize. It's Ethan, after all.
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Ethan is a young male about to get his first degree, he might look normal to the world, but don't we all have our demons inside. Ethan has a problem that he feels hatred is the best way to cure it, but one lady proves him wrong. Adina is a beautiful young girl who is also about to get her first degree at the same university as Ethan. Adina is full of life and dislikes anyone who thinks they can bully her. Ethan is hell-bent on bringing hell down on Adina, and she is determined to shove it up all the way into his ass. They are both opposites, but they say opposites attract one other.
What happens when a significant incident changes all that. How do these two different people deal with a feeling that is supposed to be forbidden to feel for each other?
If I Can Hate You, Why Can't You? A Nigerian Story
87 parts Complete
87 parts
Complete
Anger, pure anger and fear sipped through her veins threatening to burst out. She struggled vehemently to release her hand, but that only made him tighten his hand around her twisted arm.
She cried out of pain but that only seemed to impress him.
He smirked and said,
"Mm, so fiesty?" He glared at her and pushed her against the wall.
"You are evil Abdullah!" She almost shouted. Beads of sweat formed on her silk skin. Why was he making her life a living hell in her matrimonial home? She was supposed to live a happy life with her so-called husband, but instead, he is bullying her.
"Just tell me, why?" She gazed at him confused wondering what he meant by that.
"Why what?" She cried
"Heh" he chuckled, "don't play dumb with me Kulthum. Just tell me why you chose him over me? What am I lacking? Huh? Tell me!" He shouted pushing her more against the wall.
"Because you are evil! I never loved you in the first place, you are nothing worth loving" she spat as tears flowed down her beautiful face.
As soon as he heard that, his face stoned up while his jaw clenched and his eyes became bloodshot. Such a sight she had never seen since she was married to him.
"If I can hate you, why can't you, Abdullah?! I am so tired of this relationship, I can't do it anymore just let me go"
With a dejected heart, he released her hand and whispered dangerously close to her ear,
"If I can't have you, then no one will"
He stumped off angrily while she slumped to the ground releasing a heavy sigh of defeat as tears rolled down her cheek.
Since the day she got married to him, there had never been a day where she laughed for at least two minutes.
All she knew at that very moment was that she was doomed!
*completed but currently under editing*