Hated You Then (Love Hurts Duet, #1)

by M. Robinson

Because you see, I hated him. He hated me. We hated each other. Except after everything we’d gone through, done to each other, been through together. Deep in my heart, my soul, my entire being… I loved him.

Six years old My first word was fuck.

Anyone who said Harleys weren’t the best piece of machinery known to man could kiss Daddy’s ass. His words, not mine. I wasn’t allowed to cuss. It always got me in a whole lot of trouble.

He needed to know he could kiss my butt, and I made sure he never forgot.

“My daddy says if boys bother me to kick ‘em where the sun don’t shine,” I told Jackson for the first time. “What’s that?” I didn’t wait to explain before kickin’ him in the nuts.

I think you’ve hated him since the day you were born.” “I have. He sucks big, huge donkey

Why was he so ugly it hurt my eyes to look at him?

He cussed. A lot, a lot. Daddy had a potty mouth, and I had a potty mouth cuz of him.