Love & Hate (Book One: Hate)

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on the dogs. You totally want him and I know it!”
    “ Whatever.” She says trying to stop my onslaught of teasing.
    “ Alright I better go. I have to get ready for this party and my hair is going to take forever.” I tell her.
    “ Okay well, have a blast with your non-boyfriend, boyfriend. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She says and hangs up.
    I love Tess but she can be damn stubborn at times. I know she likes this guy but she is putting walls up. Let’s just hope Mr. Rocker is the guy to break them down.
    I finish my hair and makeup in record time. I did my hair in loose waves like a planned and it looked great with my braided headband. For my makeup, I did it all very shimmery with natural highlights. I did thick eyeliner that complimented my almond shaped eyes. I slipped on a beautiful cuff bracelet I had found at the store to finish my outfit off. I must admit I did look like a Grecian goddess.
    I hear a knock at my door and I know it must be Cutter. I open the door and my breath catches. Cutter is dressed in wranglers, a plaid flannel shirt, cowboy boots and a perfectly shaped cowboy hat. Holy hell!
    “ Howdy Mam, I heard it’s your Birthday.” He says and tips his hat at me. I think I might faint. Cowboys aren’t usually my thing, weird I know since I ride horses and all, but the Cutter Daniels brand of cowboy I am most definitely into.
    “ Where did you get the hat?” I have a pet peeve about cowboy hats. I hate it when they are not perfectly creased. It just straight up annoys me.
    “ I had some help.” He says with a sly grin.
    “ Oh really? Who was that?”
    “ I can’t tell you.” He says grinning at me.
    “ Lacey?” I ask.
    “ Not telling. Are you ready?” He says letting his eyes roam over my body. I shudder realizing he is looking at how low my dress dips in the back.
    “ Yes I’m ready.” I grab my black clutch from my desk and proceed out the door.
    “ You look stunning Paige.” He says watching me walk in front of him. I’m glad I’m in front of him so he can’t see me blush.
    “ So we are going to the frat?” I ask him as we ride in the elevator.
    “ Yup.” He is still looking at me and it’s making me feel self-conscious.
    “ What are you looking at?” I finally get the nerve to ask him.
    “ You” he says in a dark voice which makes me feel a little dizzy. Oh, I have heard that tone before.
    We arrive at the frat and it is dead upstairs. There are a couple of guys milling around but for the most part it is empty which I find very odd since its Halloween and they are having a mixer tonight.
    “ Where is everyone?” I ask Cutter as we walk through the house.
    “ Hmm… I don’t know.” He says guiding me toward the basement.
    We walk down the sticky beer stained stairs. When we reach the bottom I can see the giant double doors are shut and I don’t hear any music. What the heck is going on? Where is everyone?
    Cutter proceeds past me and pushes the double doors open.
    “ SURPRISE!” I hear as I walk into the basement. I look around the basement and see most of my sorority and pretty much all of Cutter’s fraternity.
    I turn back to look at Cutter who is beaming with a giant smile. “You did this?”
    “ Yup. Tanner and Millie helped of course.”
    I don’t think about it. I rush to him and kiss him passionately. I can hear the whoops and hollers behind me but I could care less. I love that he did this for me and I need him to know that.
    Cutter pulls back from our kiss. I’m sure he is aware we are not alone. “Happy Birthday darling.” He says and kisses me back softly.
    My head is swimming with thoughts of what I really wanted to be doing with Cutter if we were alone. I know I need to stop kissing him and go greet everyone but I don’t want to. I could kiss this man forever.
    “ Baby we need to stop, we have an audience.” He whispers softly in my ear as he pulls back from me.
    “ Fine.” I whine.
    Cutter ignores my little tantrum and simply threads

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