Todos los capítulos de I Never Hated You : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

“ Well, uh……. the plan? The plan. Yes, the plan. The plan was to uh……..it was to uh…….”, I never knew that I stammered, not until that moment, “you know what? I don't have any plan. Not right now. I haven't had time to come up with any, so yeah, but I will, I will come up with one”. “ When?” Hakim asked with a smug look on his face. “ Um……… I don't know, probably by…….in fact, I don't know, and I don't think that you are in the position to ask me such”, I snarled at him while the others moved their eyes from me to him and back to him. “ Well, permit me to remind you Mr Davids, or tell you in case you didn't know, that this case will be unlike any case you have ever taken on. It sure wouldn't be like your normal criminal cases, and trust me, everything will be different. It might even grow to become a national news, and I don't know for you, but I do not plan on taking the senator to court and loosing afterwards, or is that what you want?” Hakim asked, still looking at me, and

That apron. There was definitely something about it. The way it was tied around his waist, accentuating curves that I never knew existed. Curves that were always hidden behind shirts and jackets. His hands looked like they were dipped in water, while his wrist had a white coat of powder that made it seem like he was wearing a wrist skin-glove, or was it flour? It had to be flour, he seemed to have come from the kitchen. His hair was kind of messy, as if he had washed it and not combed it, or even blow dried it, and gosh, he was hot. There was a look of surprise and shock on his face when he saw me, and then he scoffed in disgust, “ And what are you doing here?” “ Dante, Hi, I uh………. I came to uh……..”. “ Let me guess”, he cut me off, “ give me an imaginary task to do just like you did the last time?” I rolled my eyes, remembering how I had successfully thwarted his sexual endeavors with Cole the last time I came. “ No, Dante, it's not that, I just………….. I just……

Dante's POV I closed the door and leaned against it with my back, my heart racing more speedily than a cyber truck. “ What the hell was that? What in heavens name was the meaning of that? Hakim, loved me? He just confessed, right? He said he loved me, right? I didn't hear wrongly, did I ? Was I hallucinating, Or was I drunk? I couldn't be, I didn't have any alcohol. Or was he the one that was drunk? He had to be drunk. There was no other explanation for his bizarre behavior. No, even drunkenness could hardly have that effect on someone, it couldn't be it, it had to be something else entirely different. But wait, he was like this during that time in the restroom, when he kissed me on my neck. Was he in the same of mental state? Gosh, what the fuck is going on? And why the hell was my heart beating? Why the fuck did I feel the need to hug him, to hold him when his eyes started tearing up? Why? Why? Why! No, no, it can't be. I don't love him. I don't even like him, not to t

Hakim's POV I went with Mr Churchill to different TV stations, much to my annoyance. Not at the fact that Mr Churchill was with me, but at the thought that Dante and Cole were together. I knew I had promised to let him be, to let him and Cole have any kind of relationship they wanted to have, but only if he had answered the question of whether or not he loved Cole, and he didn't give me an answer. ‘ Just go’ wasn't an answer, at least not one that I'd expected, and that left a glimmer of hope in me even though a larger part of me knew that holding on to that strand of hope was just my humane way of trying to deny what I couldn't accept: that Dante loathed me, even though he didn't say it. And that even if he didn't love Cole, he would never bring himself to forgive me. How could he? When I couldn't even forgive myself. And bear in mind, the offender might forget, but the offended never forgets. Mr Churchill must've read the room while he was with me. He voluntarily bro

Basil woke up the next morning. I had stepped right out of the shower when his sister, Beatrice, called me. (She had told me her name while we were having our little talk yesterday). “ Dante?” She said into the phone, and her voice got me a little scared. “ Beatrice? What is it? Is Basil okay?” I asked, holding on to my towel to stop it from falling to the ground. “ No, he…”. “ No? What happened?” “ No, no, he's alright. He just woke up right now”, she said, the intonation of her voice rising. “ What? Seriously? When?” “ Just right now. The doctors are attending to him right now”. “ Okay. I'll be right there in a jiffy”, I said. My heart was beating against my chest with excitement as I hurried with putting on my clothes. I had put on one of two different pairs of shoes and only noticed it when I stepped out of my room. I went back and changed before rushing off to my car, without even bothering to have breakfast. I didn't even bother to reply the “ good morning