I Hate You (Waylon University, #3)

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

She flutters long lashes. “You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take tonight off?” I throw my head back and laugh before sobering and leveling my eyes back on her. Damn, she’s funny.

Push yourself because no one else is going to do it. You are responsible for your success. You is all you have.

All great and precious things are lonely,’” I murmur, the words slipping out. “John Steinbeck.”

Ugh. He’s a sparkly, sexy unicorn. And everyone wants to ride him.

He licks his lips. “The next time I come, I want it to be inside you, Charm. I want to be deep in your pussy. Tell me to go, say the words, because I can’t leave until you do. I can’t.” His eyes are dark, his chest still, as if he’s barely in control. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

At the end of the day, all we really have is trust and faith in the people we choose to love, and I don’t have that. I