💘 HIS RELUCTANT MATE 💘 (Hate To Love You)

Unremorseful madman

CHAPTER TWO >>>

_JAYDEN’S POV_

RIZZ HOSTEL – FINLEY COLLEGE

Campus was alive—loud, chaotic, buzzing with clueless freshmen dragging their suitcases around like lost puppies.

Rizz Hostel stood tall as ever. It wasn’t official student housing, but if you didn’t make it into the school dorms, this was where you ended up. Lucky for me, I made it my territory.

My sleek, black Maybach rolled into the parking lot, catching stares the moment the engine purred to a stop.

And then I stepped out.

Silence.

A slow, devilish smirk curled across my lips, a joint lazily hanging from the corner of my mouth. My white shirt—barely buttoned—did nothing to hide the dark ink crawling up my chest. The sleeves were rolled just enough to let my arm tattoos show off under the sun. Hoop earrings. Rings stacked on my fingers. All black everything.

I was back.

Name’s Jayden Braun. People call me Wolfie. Or Finley’s favourite psycho—depends on who’s talking.

Either way, I liked the fear. Let them whisper.

And whisper they did. Girls gawking like I was a walking wet dream.

"Jayden!"

Clara and Morgan approached—Rizz’s two resident disasters and two of my favourite distractions.

Tatted, wild, and never boring.

"Didn’t know you were back yet," Clara grinned, plucking the joint from my lips and planting a kiss on them instead.

"Well, now you do," I murmured against her mouth.

Morgan’s eyes glinted as she tugged up her shirt—no bra, just a pair of shiny new n****e clamps decorating her breasts like trophies.

"Like what you see?" she purred.

I took a long drag, eyes darkening as I let my fingers trace the jewellery. "Cool."

Morgan giggled.

Then Clara finally noticed my ride. She gasped so loud it echoed.

"A f**king Maybach?! Jayden! We are celebrating. Threesome. Your room. Tonight."

I gave her a lazy nod.

"Perfect," Morgan grinned, fixing her top.

But just as they turned to leave, a freshman bumped into Morgan.

"Sorry—"

Before the girl could finish, Morgan shoved her hard.

"Watch where you’re going, dumbass," Morgan snapped.

The girl scampered off, eyes glued to the ground.

That’s when my boys showed up.

Gabby let out a whistle. "Damn! Wolfie got himself a Maybach."

"I’m proud of you, bro." Craig ruffled my hair.

I swatted his hand away. "Get off!"

"We need champagne for this beauty," Gabby said, eyeing the car like it was gold-plated.

"Already handled." Nikki strolled up, a bottle in one hand, a book in the other—classic Nikki. Quiet, smart, and the only one of us with a working conscience.

"Thanks, Slow Poison," Craig teased, snatching the bottle.

"Stop calling me that," Nikki muttered, not even looking up from his book.

"Slow Poison," I echoed, just to piss him off. He glared but didn’t bite. Nikki was too used to our crap.

Gabby popped the bottle and sprayed champagne all over Maybach. Craig whooped like we just won the lottery.

"More keys, more p*ssy!" Craig laughed.

I chuckled, fishing out another joint.

"You’ve smoked enough," Nikki warned, grabbing it from me.

"This is only number six," I said, taking it right back.

"We're going for a ride!" Gabby shouted, smashing the empty champagne bottle against the ground like it was a ritual.

"I’m driving," Nikki said instantly.

I raised a brow. "No. I am."

"You’re high."

"So?"

Nikki exhaled. "Fine. Whatever. Just try not to kill us."

Craig clapped me on the back. "If we die, we die together. Straight to hell, baby."

They climbed into the back, still laughing. Nikki got into the passenger seat, probably mentally writing his will.

Just as I was about to join them, my phone buzzed.

Brenda.

My jaw clenched.

Without thinking, I declined the call and shut off my phone.

Whatever she wanted—I wasn’t in the mood.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, I lit my joint, started the engine, and let the beast purr beneath me.

The ride began.

We were driving around the city with no real destination—just loud music, windows down, and the wind in our faces. Chaos felt like home.

Then I saw a girl trying to cross the road way up ahead. I could’ve slowed down. Could’ve hit the brakes.

But I didn’t.

She’d move. They always did.

And she did. At the last second, she leapt back, landing hard on the pavement. I caught the fall in my side mirror.

I wasn’t planning to stop—I knew I hadn’t hit her—but Nikki, ever the moral compass, started panicking.

“Jayden, stop the damn car!” he said, already half out of his seat.

Craig and Gabby threw in a few grumbles, pretending not to care, but I could see they were watching too.

I sighed and hit the brakes, reversing until we were close again.

Nikki jumped out first, muttering about checking on them. Craig and Gabby followed at their own pace.

They were taking too long.

With an annoyed grunt, I finally stepped out, shoving my door open.

And that’s when I saw her—storming toward me like a damn hurricane. Fire in her eyes, mouth already loading ammunition.

I leaned against the hood, unfazed.

"I know you're an unremorseful madman, but you almost killed my friend!" she snapped, stopping inches from me.

I exhaled slowly, finally giving her my attention.

“She’s not dead, though,” I said, flat, cold.

Her jaw dropped. “What?!”

Without a word, I pulled out my wallet, peeled off some bills, and held them out like they were trash.

“For the damages,” I said, voice laced with mockery.

She snatched the cash—and ripped it to shreds.

Then threw it in my face.

“Ouch! I’m getting her number before we leave,” Craig said behind me.

"Now that I’m really looking at her... she’s got suckable t**s," Gabby added with a smirk.

Nikki wasn’t paying attention. He was still examining the book he’d picked off the ground. The book belonged to one of the girls, I guessed.

I focused my attention on my phone, checking out some p*ssies and waiting for my friends to be done so we could live.

Then came the crack.

Glass.

I turned, and there it was—a spiderweb of broken lines across my Maybach’s windshield. A stone still rolls across the hood.

Nikki’s attention drew back to us due to the noise. His eyes widened when he saw the damage on my car.

My smirk dropped.

She’d thrown a damn rock at my car.

"Jarvis!" The other girl gasped from the pavement.

So, that’s her name.

Jarvis.

I stormed toward her, teeth clenched, rage bubbling under my skin. I didn’t hold back. I grabbed her collar, yanking her close. Her blouse lifted slightly, just enough to flash her belly button. Nikki turned away instantly like it offended him.

“Wolfie!” Craig warned, but I didn’t care.

I leaned in, my breath a mix of smoke and peppermint.

“Now what the hell are you gonna do about my f**king car?” I growled, my eyes locked on hers.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink.

“Trash it,” she said.

My jaw ticked. “Say that again.”

“Trash. It.” Her lips curled. “And don’t forget to trash yourself too—’cause you’re the principal trash.”

My grip tightened, heat rising fast.

Then I saw her gather spit at the back of her throat. My instincts kicked in, but not fast enough.

She spat in my face.

Right on my brow. It dripped down, slow and warm.

“Crap!” Gabby and Craig yelled at the same time.

Jarvis smirked. “Let me go, or the next one’s going in your mouth.”