Chapter Thirty-five

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• I Never Hated You     Chapter Forty

  Dante's POV “ No, you didn't”, I blurted out to Sasha who was standing at the door way, clutching on to her bag. I heaved out loud, totally irritated by how the situation had gone completely out of control. But then, to look on the bright side, it was better that Hakim had interrupted Cole and I, if not, Sasha would've walked in on two naked dudes pounding in on each other. I was still on my tight briefs, and so I rushed to my pants which had been flung across the room and tried to immediately put it on. “ So who sent these cute young men over?”, Sasha said as I hurried up with wearing my pants. The pants had been so easy to take off, but putting them on now was almost impossible. “ Please tell me you guys are straight, or at least Bi”, she said, shutting the door behind her. “ Sasha!” I called out, still struggling with the pants. “ What?” She was obviously acting mischievous. Cole also started putting on his pants. “ Wait, Hakim?” She asked, coming closer toward

• I Never Hated You     Chapter Thirty-nine

  Dante tried to block me from walking in, but I guess that even he was obviously working out, he still couldn't compare to my strength. Or he was just taken unaware. I walked right into his apartment, pushing the door with him behind it, and when I got in, the first thing I took notice of was a young man standing naked in the centre of the living room, having nothing but his briefs on. I knew those two were up to something, but I could've never imagined that they had invited a third party. I looked right back at Dante who was still meshed between the door and the wall like butter in-between two slices of bread. “ What the hell is going on here?” I asked, surprised at how angry I sounded. “ I should be the one asking that question”, he said, freeing himself from the door and the wall, “ what the hell do you think you're doing? How dare you come to my house without any warning and walk in without me inviting you to do so?” He asked, coming closer, fuming with anger. I looked a

• I Never Hated You     Chapter Thirty-eight

  Hakim's POV I saw Dante getting into Cole's car, and that particular scenario was enough to change my mood. I had gone to the control room to ask the tech personnel to delete the footage of senator Hillary coming into the building. The senator didn't want news to get out about the fact that he had visited my law firm, and so he came disguised. Deleting the footage of him in his disguise was part of the precautions I had to take. While instructing the tech personnel and making sure that he deleted the footage, I spotted Dante and Cole on one of the many screens in the control room. It was his red shirt that gave him out. It was what he wore when he came into my office in the morning, with a loose button on the top, exposing so little of his chest, that hairless chest that I longed so much to see. His reply to me in the morning made it obvious to me that he wanted Cole to stay, much to my disappointment. I was so ready to write up a full sheet of sack letter filled with

• I Never Hated You     Chapter Thirty-seven

  Soft. His lips were so soft, like a fluffy bread. The kiss didn't go from slow to passionate like every kiss should, no, there was no time to go slow. Cole skipped the protocols and migrated immediately to fast and passionate, invading my mouth with so much hunger. We both fought for dominance. Our tongues turned into two snakes in a fierce battle, the other fighting to gain control and get into the shelter of the other, and it was only a matter of time before I gave in and surrendered, allowing him to have dominance. Indeed, a hungry man is an angry man. His hands found their way to my pants, unbuckling my belt as his lips still stayed glued to mine. I stood up to give him the leverage to undo my pants properly and he stood up with me, making sure that our lips still stayed together, and then with his hands, he made my pants fall to the ground. His clothes were a barrier, and so I got to work with that one, opening each button so fast that I was sure that I must've

• I Never Hated You     Chapter Thirty-six

  He kept his eyes on me, keenly watching, as if he wanted to detect and interpret any signs of body language. I just kept quiet, thinking about how to politely refuse him, but in my silence, my eyes wondered and travelled. They explored, from his soft lips to his sharp nose and his eyes, down to his Adams apple, and gosh, that Adams apple, it looked so much like Hakim's, so much like it, and I just felt the silly urge to kiss it, to put my lips around it. “ So, what do you say?” He asked again, still staring intently at me. “ I don't know. Do you want to throw in your card and come in today?” I asked, and I just didn't know why, it was probably the weather or something, but my voice was low, initiating, seductive, the typical voice I used whenever I met up with a hooker in a club, whenever I decided to become a temporary whore. His hands floated in the air and landed on my cheeks. He caressed my cheeks, and with his thumb, caressed my lips, and I just let him. It was as if

• I Never Hated You     Chapter Thirty-five

  Dante's POV “ You're joking right?” I asked, staring into Hakim's blank eye. I knew he was. “ I seriously am. And that is why I have called to hear from you”, he said, sounding so infuriatingly formal. I could smell the jealousy that was oozing out of every part of his body. It was stinky and unprecedented. Even with the way he called his name, “ Mr Mcman”, as if pronouncing the name itself will attract shit to his mouth, and what I just couldn't understand was why the hell he was jealous of Cole? Like, when the the jealousy start? Because the two folks were very likable just yesterday. “ Well, Mr Davids, I want you to understand something. Mr Mcman was employed so that he can be of assistance to you, given the fact that we just started a new department under your leadership. I want him to be useful to you, and if he isn't, I can as well fire him and bring in someone who can actually help you grow the department”. “ Mr Mali. May I register the fact that Mr Mcman, that Co