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  1. Hating the Boss
  2. Table of Contents
  3. More by Kristen
  4. Days Left Until Summer Break: 80
  5. Six Months Earlier …
  6. Days Left Until School Starts: 30
  7. Jaxon
  8. Days Left Until School Starts: 29
  9. Jaxon
  10. Days Left Until School Starts: 2
  11. Jaxon
  12. Raegan
  13. Days Left Until Summer Break: 179
  14. Raegan
  15. Days Left Until Summer Break: 178
  16. Raegan
  17. Days Left Until Summer Break: 177
  18. Days Left Until Summer Break: 162
  19. Jaxon
  20. Raegan
  21. Days Left Until Summer Break: 157
  22. Days Left Until Summer Break: 155
  23. Days Left Until Summer Break: 153
  24. Days Left Until Summer Break: 152
  25. Days Left Until Summer Break: 140
  26. Days Left Until Summer Break: 139
  27. Days Left Until Summer Break: 138
  28. Days Left Until Summer Break: 126
  29. Days Left Until Summer Break: 125
  30. Raegan
  31. Days Left Until Summer Break: 122
  32. Days Left Until Summer Break: 119
  33. Jaxon
  34. Days Left Until Summer Break: 117
  35. Days Left Until Summer Break: 113
  36. Days Left Until Summer Break: 90
  37. Days Left Until Summer Break: 84
  38. Days Left Until Summer Break: 80
  39. Jaxon
  40. Days Left Until Summer Break: 73
  41. Jaxon
  42. Raegan
  43. Days Left Until Summer Break: 68
  44. Epilogue: Two Years Later
  45. The End
  46. More by Kristen
  47. Acknowledgements

I roll my eyes and turn away, making it all the way to the door before I stop. “You know what I’d do differently? I’d stay. If I never ran out of your apartment that morning, if I stayed, maybe things would be different now.”

Jaxon gives me a long, unreadable look. “Guess we’ll never know.”

“I really am telling you the truth. I didn’t steal your grandmother’s ring. I’d never do something like that.”

He sighs and returns his attention to the pile of papers in front of him, as if I never said anything at all.

Days Left Until Summer Break: 157

Jaxon

I press snooze for the third time this morning.

Since the night of the dodgeball game, I haven’t been able to sleep. I toss and turn, unable to drift off. And when I finally do, I have a dream. I wake up exhausted, out of breath, and drenched in sweat.

Something is tormenting me, gnawing at my gut.

Or more like someone.

It’s the same dream every night. Raegan and I are fucking in my office. She’s wearing a short, black dress with heels. I bend her over my desk and take her from behind. It’s vivid as fuck. It’s the hottest dream sex I’ve ever had. I wake up with a raging hard-on, but I’ve been too stubborn to jerk off to the woman who stole from me.

I’ve been taking a lot of cold showers.

This morning though … my willpower is dwindling. I’ve been running on no sleep for a week. It’d drive any person to the brink of insanity. I can’t be held responsible for my actions. I’m not thinking straight.

At least that’s my excuse when my hand trails down my stomach and slips under the waistband of my boxers.

Try not to judge me. I need a release. I need relief.

My mind is consumed with thoughts of Raegan. I’m constantly thinking of ways to get her to confess to her crime. And when I’m not, I’m thinking of ways to lash out at her. When neither of those thoughts are at the forefront of my mind? That’s when the image of her glorious, naked body in my bed enters from left field. Her legs spread open for me, hips grinding against my tongue …

I pump my fist over my length, hard and fast in angry strokes. I don’t want to draw this out. I want it over. Want to be rid of her. I don’t like being attracted to a woman I hate. It’s wrong. It’s torturing me.

I think the problem is that I keep getting little glimpses of Raegan’s good side. The side I’d been introduced to the night we met.

Let’s go down the list.