Semua Bab I Never Hated You : Bab 251 - Bab 260

Jules’s POV“Again?” Declan asked, his voice crystal clear and filled with judgment.“Shut up. I plead the Fifth.”“Bruh.” I could practically hear his eye roll through my headset.“It’s not my fault!”“You complain about him nonstop. You actively dislike and maybe even hate the guy, but you keep falling on his dick?”“Ugh. It sounds so bad when you put it that way.”“Jules, you know I’m all about you doing you. But this is messed up.”“I know." I flopped back against my headboard.“Is it that good?” he asked quietly.“Yeah.” I sighed. “It really is.”I hadn’t shared my kinks with Dec. I’d just told him that Ash had skills and that was why I kept going back for more.“But you still hate the guy.”“Yes.”Do you really?I ignored the annoying voice in my head.“This isn’t healthy, Jules. You need to make a choice.”“Like what kind of choice?”“You need to choose a side. Either you dislike him and complain about him until my ears fall off, or you put up with him and let him keep giving y

I put my drink down on the nearest surface and rushed out of the room, ran up the stairs, holding my stomach, as I desperately searched for the bathroom.I was going to be sick.Miraculously there wasn’t a line, and I hurried in and slammed the door closed. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet and breathed through my nose in an attempt to calm my stomach.I was pathetic. No wonder no one wanted to be my friend.I was pining after my stepbrother, who liked to fuck with me. I was nothing but a toy to him, someone he could manipulate and mess with. I shouldn’t care. It wasn’t like I wasn’t getting anything out of the deal.The orgasms were amazing, and as much as I hated that I liked it, his filthy mouth got me hotter than anything ever had. So what if it was all a game to him?I was learning about myself, and I was getting orgasms on the regular. I sat back on my heels, my stomach settled. I was only reacting like this because I was drunk. Sober me could see this for what it was. A

Ash’s POVI bolted awake, sitting straight up. My chest was tight, and my mind raced, still hazy from sleep, as I looked around the dark room. What hadwoken me?An anguished cry echoed through the silent apartment.Jules?I was off my bed and racing out of my room in a flash. I skidded to a stop in front of his door and carefully opened it, not wanting to freak him out.He was still asleep. Curled up on his side and hugging his pillow, the sheets around hiswaist as he sobbed brokenly.“Shit.”What was the protocol when someone was having a nightmare? Should I wake him up? I didn’t want to scare him, but there was no way I could leave him like that.“Jules?”My voice was barely loud enough to carry over the steady stream of his sobs.“Jules?” I asked louder and stepped into his room, closing the door behind me.“Help,” he wailed, the sound heartbreaking and visceral.“Jules, wake up.”I knelt beside his bed and gently touched his shoulder.“Ash!” he screamed, pulling away from my touc

“You really are a kitten, you know that, right?”“Shut up,” he huffed out, amusement tinging his voice as he kept on nuzzling me. “You smell good.”“I didn’t know you were friends with Elle.”“You know her?”“Yeah. She and her sorority sisters end up at a lot of the parties I go to.”“Do you know her… like that?”“Why?” My voice was teasing and mild, amused.“No reason.”“Awww, is my little kitten jealous?”“Shut up.” He pressed his face in my neck and breathed in.“To answer your question, no. I never hooked up with Elle. She’s a sweetheart, but I don’t like her like that.”“But you and Genesis…”“We had a bit of a thing last year. We hooked up a few times, but she started getting clingy and serious, so I ended it.”“Elle said you’re getting back together.”“We were never together. And no. She’s a nice girl but too much drama. She’s looking for something I can’t give her.”He snorted and turned his face so his cheek was pressed against my chest.“What?” I asked.“You’re complaining a

“Favorite food?” I asked.“Sushi.”“Really?”He nodded and reached into the chip bag.“I’ve never seen you eat sushi.”“Because Mom doesn’t like fish, so we can’t have it at home.”“But you haven’t gotten it here.”“I have. You just weren’t home. Where do you think I get those dumplings you like?”“I’ve never had sushi.”“No?” He glanced at me.“Nope. Dad isn’t a fan of fish either. And the idea of eating raw anything is a bit icky.”“It’s good stuff. Have you tried seaweed salad?”“Gross.” I wrinkled my nose.“It’s better than it sounds. Chewy, and it has to have the right dressing. But I love it.”“Maybe I’ll try it someday.”“What about you? What’s your favorite?”“Nachos.”“Yeah?”“Oh yeah. Especially loaded up with all the things.”He snickered. “I’m down for nachos as long as there’s no guac.”“What?” I stared at him in horror. “The guac is necessary. Like a vital part of the equation.”“I don’t like avocado. It’s just green mush.”“Your palette is so pedestrian.”“Said the guy