All Chapters of Love To Hate Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

"Faster baby, faster!" It's not every day I walk into my boyfriend's apartment, excited to celebrate our one-year anniversary, only to find his pale ass in the air as he pumps himself into a strange lady underneath him. The thought of smashing my violin on his head is tempting, but I have a solo performance in an hour. What if his dense skull breaks it? No.. I don't care. I drop the gift bag, my hands shaking as I remove my violin from its case. I raise it, ready to strike the back of his head. But just as I'm about to swing, the girl beneath him screams like a banshee. Nate's eyes widen, his face pale and horrified, as he turns to stare at me. "Jas!" A pained, deranged smile curls onto my lips. "Hello, babe," "It's... It's not what you think!" Nate pulls out of the lady, scrambling to his feet and hastily putting on his pants. He points at the terrified-looking girl on the cushion. "I don't even know her!" The typical denial. The girl's face twists in anger as she glares at

"Don't forget about your assignments, class; there will be extra credit," The professor says as he exits the auditorium, triggering a burst of conversation among the students who are rushing to leave.I shove my books into my backpack, wincing as I zip it closed with my stupid bandaid-covered fingers, which I'd forgotten were still sore from plucking my violin strings earlier."Fucking fingers!" Frustration pulses through me like a drumbeat.Slinging my backpack onto my shoulder, I grab my violin case, my stomach growling with hunger. Fuck! I haven't eaten breakfast or lunch yet.I press my hand to my rumbling stomach. "At this rate, I'll definitely lose more weight."As I walk down the hall, shoving my hood over my head, I'm relieved that people don't stare as much in college as they do in high school. Everyone's too busy dealing with their own issues to notice an antisocial freshman like me, always dressed in black and hiding behind my hood due to my insecurities about my long hair.

"How long are you going to sleep, loser?"That voice... I know it, but it's deeper now, rougher. And it's heavy with anticipation, creating a stir in my chest.Rhys..."Hey!" The urgency and impatience in his tone escalate, accompanied by light slaps on my cheek.A startled gasp escapes me as I open my eyes to find his face achingly close, our noses nearly touching, his warm breath leaving me breathless.Shock flashes in those dark eyes, and I'm momentarily distracted by how infuriatingly attractive he is. His features look chiseled to perfection – every line, every angle, every detail is goddamn flawless.A surge of rage and desire courses through me; I want to touch him, scratch my nails into his cheeks until blood pours out. But when I try to move my hands, I realize I'm trapped."Where am I?! Why am I tied up?" I snap, my eyes frantically scanning the luxurious, yet eerily plain, bedroom.Rhys erupts into a deep, throaty laughter, leaning back and standing upright before me. His a