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I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling
I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling
Author: Myrtleme

Prologue

Author: Myrtleme
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-13 07:45:39

The cold liquid poured down Wynn's head like rain, staining her clothes and provoking silence from the students in the cafeteria.

Ethan Croft emptied the bottle of coke over her with a juvenile smirk on his face, then dumped the bottle in her jacket pocket.

"I told you to get me Sprite." He said, and Wynn curled her hands into fists, her body shaking.

She couldn't tell if it was from the icy touch of the cold drink, or from the cold, amused look in his eyes.

"You said coke." She muttered.

"You're obviously as deaf as you are stupid." Ethan scoffed. "Is this the best you can do? Are you even sure you want to be my slave?"

Wynn bowed her head, biting down on her tongue and wishing the ground would open up and swallow her.

"You said you liked me, didn't you? But you can't even listen to me. You suck at errands, you suck at doing homework, you even suck at taking tests!"

He clicked his tongue. "If you can't do these basic things for me when you claim to like me, how am I supposed to believe what you say?"

Tears rolled down Wynn's cheeks as she suppressed a sob.

"I didn't confess to be treated like trash, Ethan." She glared up at him.

"Oh?" Ethan's brows perked up. "So you confessed thinking I'd be interested in you?"

He burst out laughing. "Tough luck, Wynn Mayfield! You're more delusional than you are stupid. What on earth made you think you'd be anything but a tool?"

Wynn clenched her jaw.

"You promised." She bit back. "You told me that if I became your slave, you'd accept my feelings."

She watched his smirk grow even wider, and he climbed onto the table.

"Attention, everyone!"

Wynn's heart sank to the bottom of her stomach.

"The romance fanatic, Wynn Mayfield thinks a confession means happily ever after!"

The crowd laughed. Wynn wasn't surprised. Ethan had a way of making her a laughing stock. Her feelings for him was a public matter- including her ridiculous agreement to be his slave.

She was free entertainment.

"What do you guys think? Is she worthy of being *the* Ethan Croft's girlfriend?"

A collective 'no' echoed from most of the students, and Wynn swallowed a sob.

Ethan looked down at her. "That's a no, Wynn."

He jumped off the table, then stepped closer to her.

"Let that be your first lesson to never trust anyone."

He grabbed the plate of mashed potatoes from the tray in her hands, then casually dumped it on her head.

"You can clean up after yourself, right?"

Wynn stood still as the crowd of students watched her, some laughing, some whispering among themselves, and some wearing looks of absolute pity.

Wynn Mayfield: the girl stupid enough to have a crush on her bully.

She couldn't blame anyone but herself- not even Ethan.

So, that day, standing in the middle of the cafeteria with food all over her, Wynn made a promise to herself:

[I will NEVER be hurt and humiliated this way again.]

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  • I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling   14

    Kyle glared. "What's with this dude? Who are you supposed to be?""That's my line," Ethan tilted his head. "Dude, get lost. I have business with this woman.""Dude, no," Ethan said with a straight face. Kyle frowned, eyeing Ethan from head to toe. Ethan was a head taller, and his green eyes spoke more words than his mouth did: 'Talk about her again and I'll rip your tongue out'. Kyle swallowed, stepping back a few paces. He tried to steal a glance at Wynn behind Ethan's build, then let out a scoff. "So you had a boyfriend, huh?" he continued, "you should've just said so. I wouldn't have wasted my time on you."Ethan furrowed his brows at Kyle's statement, blinking as the words sank in. "C'mon guys," Kyle pulled his crew along, "she ain't that pretty anyways."Ethan felt Kyle's words pierce his nerves like an arrow, and the corner of his lips tugged into a slight smirk. [The audacity of this coward,] he seethed inwardly.He stepped forward—his long strides closing the distance in

  • I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling   13

    Saturday morning. A fine moment, especially when paired with a beautiful weather. It was sunny, but not hot. The air was cool, but not cold. Birds chirped in the distance, and there was little to no one out on the streets. It was the perfect morning for a run.Wynn loved it. She had on her running outfit: a tank top, sports skirt with leggings, and a waist pack. It was a couple of minutes past six, and she had yet to break a sweat. Normally, she'd run around the neighbourhood, but that morning, she felt the need to challenge herself.Why? [Having fun with you... I don't hate it as much,] her words from two days ago replayed in her head, and she stopped—letting out a loud, frustrated scream.That was why.Running was her second stress ball. If she couldn't squeeze, she'd run. But on rare occasions—when neither option did the trick—she'd squeeze and run. She grabbed a stress ball from her waist pack, violently squeezing it as she resumed her run. [What was I thinking? What came ov

  • I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling   12

    "This is the last time I'm going to ask," Wynn started, "where are you taking me?"She was in the car with Ethan—this was her fifteenth time asking in under an hour. Ethan didn't mind it at all though. He had a permanent grin on his face as he turned the car, driving into an empty parking lot. "We're here, Hurricane Wynn," he teasingly announced. "Where exactly is 'here'?""If you'd just step out of the car, you'll see."Wynn narrowed her eyes at him, arms crossed. She watched him exit the car, then followed after. Wynn's brows arched when she saw the large building in front of them. The sign read 'Fundoo' with a large 3D image of a paintball gun. "You are a fully grown man," Wynn started, "who took a fully grown woman to a paintball match—as a date, after work.""Yup," Ethan replied, unashamed. Wynn looked at him. "I can't believe I'm about to say this to you but, thank you."Ethan chuckled at the excitement she held back, then slipped his hands into his pockets. "There's one

  • I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling   11

    Ethan smirked when Wynn shot him a look. "Make some time for me tomorrow," he added. "Where are you taking me?" Wynn narrowed her eyes. "You'll see." He shrugged. "But I promise you, it's nothing weird."They got off the elevator and headed for his office. Once inside, Ethan went straight to his desk, grabbed a lunchbox and handed it to Wynn. She frowned. "What's this?""It's a lunchbox," He chuckled. "I figured you'd be too busy to notice you're hungry."Wynn looked between the lunchbox and Ethan, sucking her teeth as she studied him. "I feel uneasy," She breathed. "Everything you do makes me feel uneasy..""Um, can it not?" Ethan let out a nervous chuckle. "That makes things a lot harder for me.""Fine." Wynn sighed. "Thanks.""Oh, and meet me in the garage after work.""Fine, fine." She walked out of the office. •••After work, Wynn grabbed her things and headed to the company's underground garage. She made sure she was the first to leave work so they could avoid being seen b

  • I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling   10

    Wynn quickly pulled away from him, wincing at the throbbing ache that lingered. They both had their hands on their foreheads, rubbing away to soothe the pain. Suddenly, a loud laugh tore through the silence, and Wynn robotically turned to the source. His laugh -this time- annoyed her. "Why on *earth* are you laughing?""Isn't this funny?" He chuckled. "Am I laughing?""Usually, in romance movies the falls are romantic. Yet here we are writhing in pain."Wynn rolled her eyes at him, then got up. He followed, dressing his pants. His gaze fell on her and he grinned, "Too bad though. It would've been nice to stare into your eyes for what feels like minutes.""Only to have yours poked," Wynn muttered, swinging the door open. *Finally, an exit.*She froze when she heard his footsteps behind her, then turned around. Ethan's brows arched in response as he shot her an innocent smile. "What are you doing?""I'm walking you home," He replied like it was the most obvious answer to her qu

  • I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling   9

    "This is.." Wynn started, her jaw hanging low as she gawked at the number of plated food and drinks on his dining table, "This is a feast."Ethan pulled out a seat for her, and she reluctantly sat down. She watched him dim the lights and light the candles on the table. Then, he sat across from her, popped the wine open and poured some for her in a glass. Wynn shot him a deadpan look, "What makes you think a candlelight dinner is part of my list?""I don't, I just wanted to cook you dinner.""And where are the other twenty guests?""What twenty guests?" Ethan blinked. "Do you seriously think I'm hungry enough to eat *all* of this?""I did go a little overboard," He chuckled. "Oh, speaking of a candlelight dinner and the list, I'll need a copy of your list and your phone number.""Okay for the list, and you just lost a point there.""You're keeping score?!""You're not?" She arched her brows, "how would we know the results?""I'm thinking through a change of heart? Feelings?""Don't

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