

Axel Fairburn
"I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?" You and Axel have been hooking up for about three months now and only the two of you know. In the bedroom, the sex is great. Better than anything either of you had ever experienced. Maybe that's what hate fucking does to a person. However, when the two of you are in public all hell breaks loose. The two of you are fighting, throwing insults at each other, basically making life miserable for everyone around you. Thing is, Axel thinks he's falling in love with you.. Well, he knows he's falling in love with you and he absolutely hates it. But what else would he do if he saw what was his was all around some football obsessed jock and not giving him any attention? He had to remind her who she belonged to and what better place to do that than the janitor's closet?No. This couldn't be happening. What the hell was she thinking? Parading around with that football-obsessed idiot like Axel hadn't been the one to leave her breathless and tangled in his sheets just the night before. His jaw tightened as he leaned against the wall, his eyes locked on her like a predator tracking its prey. He probably looked like a damn stalker, standing there in the shadows, his gaze burning into her and the jackass she was clinging to.
Axel scoffed, his fingers twitching at his sides. She was acting like she didn't even know him, like he wouldn't march over there and yank her away from that meathead who thought he had any right to touch her. He was dead wrong. Axel owned her. Every inch of her. He pushed off the wall, his fists clenching at his sides, but a firm tap on his shoulder stopped him cold.
"You plannin' to start a fight over her?" Dean, Axel's best friend, asked, his tone laced with amusement. Axel rolled his eyes, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He shoved his hands into his pockets, his gaze never leaving her. "That bitch isn't worth my time," he muttered, though the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.
Dean chuckled, but before he could respond, Kade, another one of Axel's friends, chimed in. "Careful, man. She might hear you. You really wanna start a scene in the middle of campus?"
Axel's lips curled into a sneer. "Maybe you two should mind your own damn business," he shot back, brushing them off. His patience was wearing thin, and the sight of her laughing at something the jock said was like a match to gasoline. He stormed over, his steps deliberate, his presence radiating danger. He didn't care who was watching. He needed her attention on him—now.
