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I Hate You, Move In

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Jamie Knight

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B07NPXX6X9
Book Information:

I can’t stand him.
But I want him to take my virginity.

It’s my freshman year in college and I’m elated to get away from my old-fashioned parents.
However, my upstairs neighbor from back home is now living in the dorm down the hall.
I’ve hated Seth since I was six, he’s boring, annoying and a womanizer,
But also, so hot, with his black hair, deep brown eyes, and fit body.
All we do is fight.
Until I kiss him, just to piss off my parents and then want more.
I try to put my first time behind me and forget the feel of Seth’s strong hands on my body.
But then we both lose our dorm rooms and are forced to share a one room apartment.
Can we go from enemies with benefits to roommates without killing each other?
Or are we becoming something even more?

Everyone tells me that it’s fate and Seth and I are meant to be.
But how can that be true, when all we do is fight and f*ck?

I Hate You, Move In is a full-length standalone romance novel. Jamie Knight promises to always bring you a happy ever after filled with plenty of heat. And never any cheating or cliffhangers!

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Chapter One

Tina

“You should be living at home,” argued my dad, even as he carried a mini-fridge into my brand-new dorm room. “Why can’t you commute?”

“Daddy, we’ve been over this,” I pleaded. “I want to meet people. Plus, Kensington State College recommends that I live on campus for the first year. They said it helps freshmen transition to university life way better than if they tried it living off-campus. Or not at all,” I added with a note of sarcasm.

My parents were moving me into my dorm for my freshman year in college. I didn’t ask for their help and honestly, I didn’t want them there. My parents were very old fashioned and that often equaled embarrassment. It was always a huge battle with them to let me do anything on my own.

I couldn’t understand it. I was eighteen, not eight. Didn’t they want me to grow up and be independent? Didn’t they want me to learn how to be an adult?

Quite frankly, I couldn’t wait to be free from their iron grip for a while. I mean, to actually have a room to myself where they wouldn’t be constantly looking over my shoulder and judging me, it just sounded like heaven.

Not that I hate my parents or anything crazy, but you know how they can get. They crawl all up in your business until you can’t breathe, and can’t think. I wanted to live on campus just so I could meet people on my own, in my own space and without my mother running my life or seeing my father’s judgmental looks right before he locks me up Rapunzel-style.

“So, you’ll move back home sophomore year?” Daddy asked hopefully. He set the minifridge down next to the old wooden desk that came with the room. Someone had scratched party on into the dented surface.

“Daddy, I love you, but I need to start learning to live on my own,” I explained for the twentieth time, as I walked over and opened the dorm’s only window. “How am I going to learn if I don’t?”

“I could teach you,” he offered, totally serious.

“You did teach me. For eighteen years,” I corrected, putting a hand on his shoulder. “And now I’m going to put what you taught me into practice. That’s how it’s supposed to work. You’ll see. It’ll be great.”

Mom came in with an armful of my clothes. She found the dresser and started arranging my belongings, just like she did at home.

“I don’t see why you even need to go to college,” she muttered, her long, conservative dress rustling softly.

“Oh my gosh, Mom,” I said embarrassed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

“You just need to find a good and Godly husband,” she insisted. “And you could learn to cook.”

“I know how to cook,” I corrected her, walking over to watch her organize my clothes. “You taught me.”

“It’s just that, you’re just not that good, dear,” she said, patting my cheek.

I sat down heavily on the twin bed. “Mom, please,” I begged. “Can we not do this? I’m already here. Do you really want to drag me away from the only chance I’ve ever had to see what life holds outside our apartment? Away from the only thing I’ve ever worked towards and pinned my hopes on? Would you seriously trade all my hopes for my return back home today?”

“Yes,” she said determinedly, not looking up from the drawer she was organizing. “Yes, I would. I’m prepared to make that sacrifice.”

“I’m going to move more boxes,” I said, getting up and giving up on the conversation.

I marched outside to the parking lot to get some fresh air before I snapped and screamed at her. My parents always set me on edge, especially my very religious mother, but today they were reaching new heights. I calmed myself by thinking, They’re going home in a few hours. Just get through this and they’ll be going home in a few hours.

After saying that about 20 times, I reached my parent’s sedan. I picked up a lamp and a box of stuff for my desk. I tried to think about my class schedule and finding time to go to the book store.

I was already going to have to adjust my schedule. Half the things the college automatically signed me up for made no sense. History? Theatre? I was a business major, why would I need those classes? Apparently, this was the norm. We were to learn first what the world was made of, before we ran a business in it. I guess that’s ultimately what I was here for.

We were told that it was usually chaos when the freshman arrived. The parking lot was full of other families and students and their mismatched dorm furnishings. I had never seen so many tie-dye tapestries, except in movies. I took a little comfort in overhearing some other students’ eye-roll worthy conversations with their folks. That was, until I realized how all of the parents were actually happy that their kids were going to be in college. If anything, what was annoying to these students was that their parents smothered them with too much love and support.


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