I Still Hate You

Chapter 13

Fiancee? That asswipe had been engaged this whole time? But why do I feel so angry? It's not like I care about him anyway...

Or at least that's what I told myself.

But my heart felt like it was on fire, and I wanted to punch the bathroom mirror. He was a bigger douche than I thought. He was messing around with me while being engaged to a woman. A WOMAN!

I tried to calm myself mentally and went back to my office. I had a lot of work to do.

Someone knocked on the door. It sounded soft and melodious then I hear the door open before I could say anything.

A blonde woman with a pink stripe in her hair stepped inside. Ethan's fiancee! She was the last person I expected to see.

"You were supposed to wait till I say 'come in' before barging inside my office," I said crudely.

"Pish posh, I don't give a fuck about permission. I do whatever the hell I want and when I want it. And now, I need to talk to you, pretty boy," Melissa said. Her lips curled into a smile. She was stunning, I thought. With her slender body and voluminous blonde mane, she could be a model. It was so like Ethan to date someone like this.

"Ms. Stevenson..."

"Call me Melissa," she interrupted.

"Melissa...what can I do for you?" I asked.

"I am gonna go straight to the point. What's the nature of your relationship with him?" she asked.

"He is my boss," I said.

"That's it? You suck all your bosses' cocks?" she snapped.

"It was only a hand job," I protested, then shut my mouth, but it was too late. How much did Ethan tell her?

"Tomato, Toh-mah-to. You think he is sexy, and you want him, and that's what I need to talk to you about," Melissa said.

I put my hand up. "You don't need to worry. I don't want him. It was a one-time thing, and I'm done with him. He means nothing. So rest assured, he is all yours." I said.

"He doesn't think so. He is interested in you," Melissa insisted.

Did he tell her that? I felt a flutter in my stomach as I imagined Ethan confessing his love for me. In high school, that's all I ever wanted. Hell...I would've been satisfied if he even looked at me with tender eyes. But things were different now.

"Well, that's just too bad," I said bitterly.

Melissa suddenly leaned over and slapped the desk in front of me. Her eyes were hard.

"Listen here, pixie boy. If you hurt him, I'll rip your heart out. You can end things with him, and that's fine, but Ethan likes you, so you better turn him down gently. Do not break his heart," she hissed.

I was confused. Why wasn't she mad that Ethan likes men?

"Excuse me, but aren't you supposed to tell me to stay away from him?" I said asked.

"I don't care who he fucks. I just need him to stay engaged to me. There are things you don't know about him. So whatever you are doing with him, make sure to be careful, or both of you might get hurt," she said. "Am I clear?"

Now I was curious. What secrets does Ethan have?

"Yes, sure. But like I said, you don't have to worry because I don't like him anyway," I said firmly.

"Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah, keep being in denial. No-one can resist my Ethan poo. I gotta go but remember what I said. Convince him to stay with me no matter what. Chow!" she declared and left the office in a hurry. Who was this girl? I thought to myself in amazement.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Ethan left me alone, much to my surprise. I thought he'd come over and try to explain things more.

I went home feeling confused. I wanted to pretend like I wasn't interested in Ethan's life, but I couldn't help but feel intrigued by Melissa and him. What kind of relationship do they have?

"Hey, you're back! Does Chinese takeout sound good?" Ally remarked as soon as I entered the apartment.

"Sounds great. I'm starving," I replied. I quickly hopped in the shower.

Warm water poured down my head, and I instantly felt better. I wanted to forget about everything that happened today. The way his hands roamed on my body, his kiss, everything. The way his tongue swirled inside my mouth...

Dammit, I was aroused again. I cursed myself as I felt my erection. I wish my body didn't react every time I thought of him.

It was nothing, I told myself. I'm only reacting like this because he was smoking hot, and I've become shallow over the years. He was only a muse for self-love.

Yup, that's it... let's go with that.

I put soap in my hand and slathered it on my cock so it would be nice and slick. I gently pumped my thick shaft, then fastened my movements, making a quick circular motion when I reached the tip then going back to the base. I stimulated the head using my precum and moaned softly as I was getting close to the peak of my ecstasy.

I kept seeing his face, then his body. I wish I could feel that hard muscular body again.

That's it, focus on his body, not his face. I kept chanting it in my head as I slid my hand on my cock, faster and harder. He is just an object of my desire. Someone I can use.

I imagined it was his fingers wrapped around it. His face flashed in my mind once again. His piercing blue eyes were boring into me.

"Ugh...Ethan," I moaned out his name as I climaxed.

I leaned down with my hands on the wall and sighed heavily. I just pleasured myself while thinking about my bully. The same one that left me feeling like shit. I am a fucking mess.