“See,” I whisper, tears in my eyes. “The things he says, my soul interprets it as the truth.”
“It is,” he growls. “You are my truth, baby and fuck I’m never letting you go.”
I believe him and I don’t mind at all.
“Good, because it would be a fucking mess if you ever think you can get rid of me.”
“As opposed to the way I’ll set this world on fire? I guess we’ll never know.”
He kisses me then, like it’s Christmas, New Year’s and the Fourth of July all wrapped in one. lIt’s a promise, a vow, a seal of forever that I’m so damn looking forward to with this man. Maybe we’ll encounter trouble somewhere down the line--at this point, that’s a given--but I’m willing to go through it if I’m with him.
“I love you, Nicole Cross.”
“Cross?”
“Forever means fucking forever, Nicole and you’re mine.”
I stare at him, reading in between the lines. There was a time when I wanted the whole Instagram worthy proposal with rose petals on the floor, candles everywhere and all that sugary stuff, but no, this, right here, in the home that both if us feel safe, vulnerable and open, I’m so damn happy.
“Yes, yours. Forever.”
My forbidden, twisted one-night--double night--sexy Mr. Cross. Some secrets, well, they might be dirty but they are so much fun.
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Hating Mr. Cooper
BY AMANDA RICHARDSON
Hating Mr. Cooper
Amanda Richardson
Published by Amanda Richardson
© Copyright 2021 Amanda Richardson
www.authoramandarichardson.com
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Editing by Nice Girls, Naughty Edits
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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“Hating Mr. Cooper”
A best friend’s dad romance
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I’ve always known that Mr. Cooper hates me. And truth be told, the feeling is more than mutual. It doesn’t help that he’s also my best friend’s dad—and hot as all fucking get out. When I tag along with them on a trip to Prague over Christmas break, I expect the banter and the brooding glances. I expect awkward silences and teasing. But what I don’t expect is how possessive he acts when I go out clubbing, or the furtive glances he’s beginning to throw my way. And then one night, our tension reaches a boiling point—and Mr. Cooper unleashes himself upon me. I guess it’s true when they say hate is so very, very close to love.
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Hating Mr. Cooper is an age-gap, student/teacher romance. It is taboo, but please know that the characters are 18+ and everything is consensual.
Chapter 1
Wren
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Taylor licks my neck as his hands rove across my bare stomach, pulling me closer. I push his face away and throw my head back. Faking a groan, I roll my eyes in the process and move his hands up to my nipples. His fingers graze the taut skin, but they tease me without accomplishing anything. I shove them back down to my pants—maybe if he just focuses on one spot…
Before I can even show him where to touch, his fingers trail up to my hair.
Jesus.
“I have to get to class,” I lie, pulling away from him and climbing out of his lap. The windows have fogged up in the ten minutes we’ve been fooling around in here, and I fix my hair quickly before grabbing my coat, completely unsatisfied.
“Come on,” Taylor whines. “Since when do you care about getting to class on time? Let’s smoke a joint and ditch.”
His offer is tempting, but then I remember NYU. I need to bring my GPA up this semester before sending in my application, and that entails actually attending class.
“Since today.” I give him a quick peck on the cheek and exit his car.
I hoist my backpack over my shoulder as I slam the door behind me. The chill doesn’t hit me at first, but the longer I walk, the colder I become. Shivering, I pull my suede jacket tighter as I walk through the open gate of Regent Charter School. I glance down at my phone, scowling. A minute late—which is just great, seeing as my teacher already despises me.
I jog down the hallway to my class, my heart hammering in my chest. Quietly pushing the door open, I see Mr. Cooper facing the whiteboard, writing something down. I slink to the closest seat. Please don’t notice, please don’t notice, please don’t notice…
“Nice of you to join us, Ms. Chambers,” he drawls, still facing the white board. “You’re three minutes late, so I’ll have to mark you tardy.” He turns to face me, and I feel my cheeks heat as a couple of people around me snicker.
“I’m sorry, my car wouldn’t start after lunch,” I lie, sitting down and staring right back at him.
He remains expressionless as he nods, but his dark eyes find mine and seem to see through my lie, like they always do.
“Even so, I will have to mark you tardy.”
I grind my jaw and nod once. “Fine.” He turns back to the board, and I resist the urge to call him a motherfucker under my breath.
The class passes slowly, despite my love of history. I’m still angry that my tardiness may count negatively toward my overall grade. In this class especially, I really need an A.
I’d love to major in history one day, and perhaps even teach the subject. I also dream about going on archaeological digs and restoring old buildings. I like working with my hands, and I like history. Maybe there’s a job out there for me that combines the two...