Novel & Cerita 10 Things I Hate About You Andrew Keegan

Keegan POV: “Not all the men are like your husband,” I said unnecessarily defensively. It was stupid of me because it would be better if she hated me and I sounded like one of those guys who claim to be nice but are buttholes in reality. “You just happened to meet the wrong one.”

"Did you let him?" "Oh fuck no! He already has the visual of Keegan's basketball-sized head coming through there. Like if I had to relive that more than once? I don't think I could look at myself the same way again. And my poor hoo ha – I fear it would never be the same! He made a damn comment about big heads running in their family. I officially hated him for a good three minutes."

"You hate losing, man. I get it. But maybe cut yourself some slack." "This is tearing me apart, Drew," I mutter. “I can’t stand the fact that the mother of my pups hates me. She won't even let me get close to them." “Oh,” Andrew whistles low. "So you’re not as broken up about the deal as you are about Megan and the kids. Noted." I glare at him. "What?" he shrugs. "I’m just saying what we’re both thinking. But you do know this is your fault, right?"

He is never the one to give chances to the weak or see worth in anyone who is not wrapped in power. I look at Luther, who has a hint of hostility in his face after saying Keegan’s name. It seems like Keegan rejects his partnership before… just like Keegan rejects me when I stop being useful. That is who Keegan is… He looks down on people. He looks down on me. And that’s why I can’t understand why… Why is he not signing the divorce papers?

I sighed big time as I realise that "Haters gonna hate , let them. Live your own life , there's a lot of people who loves you. Think about them not the person that hates you" I turned to Andrew and can't help but look at that handsome face. He turned to me "I'm sorry Kayla , everything. I really deserve everything but I don't want to let you go. I like you and it's killing me.." He said sadly "You hurt me , the scar is still there" "Why didn't you just get mad at me? Yell at me.. or punch me or slap me or just throw your anger at me?" He asked

She could only imagine what his fiance had to put up with now. “You haven’t been returning my calls.” “I have nothing to say to you.” “Okay, fair enough. But I wanted to apologise for what I said about you in the article and afterwards on social media,” he said with a smile. “I didn’t know it would get so out of hand. My fans are just wild.” “What article?” The shine left his smile. One thing Andrew hated was being ignored. It was probably the only reason he was here. “Didn’t you see me all over the papers when I closed on that multi-million-pound deal—”

, Agatha scolded her son, "I don't understand what you see in her, she isn't the one for you..." "She is mum, Kate is the only one for me", Andrew stated, the love in his eyes evident. Agatha shook her head, "what did she do to make you obsessed with her". "Am not obsessed mum, am in love", Andrew answered, with a goofy smile. "You mean blind in love. Kate doesn't love you and when will you realize that son", Agatha said disappointed. "You're wrong mum, Kate loves me very much", Andrew defended, as a memory popped in his head.

He was here all along and I failed to recognise it. “Don't be too hard on yourself man. I know you have a lot of questions and I will let you know everything but right now, we need to see if this document is real. And I will let you see your beloved ex-wife.” Andrew said and let out a low chuckle. I struggle to break free, groaning in pain, which is not from the gunshot wound but instead from what Andrew said. “I thought you had no emotions but they were wrong. You can actually get angry and all sorts of other stuff. Then you are capable of loving which is why you ran here without caring about anything else in the world.” Andrew taunted and relaxed back into the chair.

Andrew said. "Andrew, please stop! You judged me solely based on the fact that I danced at the club and then assumed I slept with everyone. You are nothing more than a simpleton and an idiot, so to avoid looking like a fucking idiot again, I suggest you never talk to me again." I spit on him. I walked out the door, slamming it behind me. Andrew was a conceited, selfish, and narrow-minded jerk.

“Deagan speaking.” “You’re a jerk, you know that? All I’m trying to do is help, when are you going to accept that the whole world isn’t out to get you? I’m your best friend, your brother, talk to me, you arrogant bastard!” Deagan burst out laughing, he was expecting to be cussed out and lectured, but it never failed to make him feel better. “Would you like some chocolate and tampons for the emotional rollercoaster you’re on?” Andrew sighed heavily, finally giving in to the pressure of Deagan’s indifferent behaviour.