I Hate You, Love Me Box Set
An Enemies to Lovers Romance Collection
Copyright © 2019
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
This romance collection contains I Hate You, Move In; I Hate You, Remember, Me; I Hate You, Propose & I Hate You, Marry Me. All are standalone full-length novels in the Hate You series, which can be read alone and in any order but are best enjoyed together!
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Table of Contents
I Hate You, Move In
An Enemies to Lovers Accidental Roommate Romance
Chapter One
Tina
Chapter Two
Tina
Chapter Three
Seth
Chapter Four
Seth
Chapter Five
Tina
Chapter Six
Tina
Chapter Seven
Seth
Chapter Eight
Tina
Chapter Nine
Tina
Chapter Ten
Seth
Chapter Eleven
Tina
Chapter Twelve
Seth
Chapter Thirteen
Tina
Chapter Fourteen
Seth
Chapter Fifteen
Seth
Chapter Sixteen
Tina
Chapter Seventeen
Seth
Chapter Eighteen
Tina
Chapter Nineteen
Seth
Chapter Twenty
Tina
Chapter Twenty-One
Seth
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tina
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tina
Epilogue
Seth
Extended Epilogue
Tina
I Hate You, Remember Me
An Enemies to Lovers Amnesia Romance
Chapter One
Devon
Chapter Two
Devon
Chapter Three
Devon
Chapter Four
Devon
Chapter Five
Devon
Chapter Six
Cassie
Chapter Seven
Cassie
Chapter Eight
Cassie
Chapter Nine
Devon
Chapter Ten
Devon
Chapter Eleven
Cassie
Chapter Twelve
Cassie
Chapter Thirteen
Devon
Chapter Fourteen
Devon
Chapter Fifteen
Devon
Chapter Sixteen
Devon
Chapter Seventeen
Devon
Chapter Eighteen
Cassie
Chapter Nineteen
Cassie
Chapter Twenty
Devon
Chapter Twenty-One
Cassie
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cassie
Chapter Twenty-Three
Devon
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cassie
Chapter Twenty-Five
Cassie
Chapter Twenty-Six
Cassie
Epilogue
Cassie
Extended Epilogue
Brad
I Hate You, Propose
An Enemies to Lovers Fake Engagement Romance
Chapter One
Lindsay
Chapter Two
Brent
Chapter Three
Lindsay
Chapter Four
Brent
Chapter Five
Brent
Chapter Six
Lindsay
Chapter Seven
Brent
Chapter Eight
Lindsay
Chapter Nine
Lindsay
Chapter Ten
Lindsay
Chapter Eleven
Lindsay
Chapter Twelve
Brent
Chapter Thirteen
Lindsay
Chapter Fourteen
Brent
Chapter Fifteen
Brent
Chapter Sixteen
Lindsay
Chapter Seventeen
Brent
Chapter Eighteen
Lindsay
Chapter Nineteen
Lindsay
Chapter Twenty
Brent
Chapter Twenty-One
Lindsay
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brent
Epilogue
Lindsay
Extended Epilogue
Brent
I Hate You, Marry Me
An Enemies to Lovers Fake Marriage Romance
Chapter One
Robert
Chapter Two
Robert
Chapter Three
Savannah
Chapter Four
Savannah
Chapter Five
Robert
Chapter Six
Savannah
Chapter Seven
Savannah
Chapter Eight
Robert
Chapter Nine
Robert
Chapter Ten
Savannah
Chapter Eleven
Savannah
Chapter Twelve
Robert
Chapter Thirteen
Robert
Chapter Fourteen
Savannah
Chapter Fifteen
Robert
Chapter Sixteen
Savannah
Chapter Seventeen
Savannah
Chapter Eighteen
Robert
Chapter Nineteen
Savannah
Chapter Twenty
Savannah
Chapter Twenty-One
Robert
Chapter Twenty-Two
Savannah
Chapter Twenty-Three
Robert
Chapter Twenty-Four
Savannah
Chapter Twenty-Five
Robert
Chapter Twenty-Six
Robert
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Savannah
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Savannah
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Robert
Chapter Thirty
Savannah
Chapter Thirty-One
Robert
Chapter Thirty-Two
Robert
Chapter Thirty-Three
Robert
Epilogue
Savannah
Extended Epilogue
Savannah
Sneak Peek of Office Pet
Sneak Peek of Super Over You
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I Hate You, Move In
An Enemies to Lovers Accidental Roommate Romance
Hate You series book 1
Copyright © 2019
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One
Tina
My father could be a very stubborn man. There were some things he just wasn’t able to let go of, even though they were better left up to me, his now
officially adult daughter, to decide.
“You should be living at home,” he was arguing now, even as he carried a mini-fridge into my brand-new dorm room. “Why can’t you commute from our house to this campus?”
“Dad, we’ve been over this,” I pleaded.
Such as, during the whole ride up here. And the past few months leading up to today- that glorious day I started college and could stop living at home. Come to think of it, we’d gone over the fact that I wanted my independence, and my parents didn’t want me to have it, for as far back as I could remember.
I couldn’t believe that he still wouldn’t drop this, no matter how many times we’d been over it. I certainly knew how he felt and that he was very persistent in expressing those feelings, but I was annoyed that he was pushing it so hard today, on my most specialist of days.
“Remember, Dad? 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.
I knew I should appreciate the fact that my parents were helping me move into my dorm for my freshman year of college. But I didn’t ask for their help and honestly, I didn’t want them here.
My parents were very old fashioned and that often equaled embarrassment. It was always a huge battle with them, to get 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, actually having a room to myself where they wouldn’t be constantly looking over my shoulder and judging me just sounded like heaven.
Not that I hated my parents or anything crazy like that, but I knew how they could get, because they were the most over-protective, smothering kind of parents. They liked to crawl up in my business until I couldn’t think and couldn’t even breathe.
It was no wonder I was still a virgin.
But this wasn’t about me wanting to have a better love life- or, hell, any kind of love life at all, considering that my parents didn’t even let me date. This was about me wanting my independence in a lot of different facets of my life.
I wanted to live on campus just so I could meet people alone, in my own space. Without my mother running my life and without having to see 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 mini-fridge 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 living 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 how 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, remember?”
“It’s just that, well, you’re not that good, dear,” she said, patting my cheek.
I sat down heavily on the twin bed.
I didn’t feel as insulted as I probably should have by that comment.
I hated cooking, anyway.
“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 dreams 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 did something stupid, like 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 out of your hair soon.
After saying that about twenty 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 thing the college had automatically signed me up for made no sense. History? Theatre? I was a business major; why would I need those classes?
Apparently, though, this was the norm. We were to learn first what the world was made of, before we learned how to run a business in it. I guess that was ultimately what I was here for. But I tended to get impatient and want to skip ahead to the good stuff.
When I’d visited the campus as a future applicant, we were told that it was usually chaos when the freshman arrived. And now I was seeing it for myself. 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 of the other students’ eye-roll-worthy conversations with their own parents.
That was, until I realized how all the other parents actually seemed 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.
Wow.
That was never really a problem I’d had. I knew my parents loved me as best as they could, but their concerns for me seemed to stem from what they wanted me to do. I sighed at this sad realization and moved even more quickly to shorten my time with them here.
When I got back to the small dorm room, Dad had my bed frame in pieces and the mattress lifted to the side.
“Dad! What are you doing?” I panicked.
I set the lamp and the box on the floor and hurried over to him.
“Relax,” he said. “I think there’s a screw loose somewhere. I’m just fixing it. I don’t have my tools, so I’m using this dime as a screwdriver.”
“Dad, please put my bed back together,” I said, trying to sound calm.
I didn’t want to start a fight, but he was so embarrassing. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I would hate to have a new floor mate walk by and see this mess. And it wouldn’t bode well for my future reputation around here if the Resident Advisor were to come into my room right now and see that my dad was already taking apart the desk that was college property.
“We have to pay for things like that if we break them,” I protested, after he ignored me.
“I told you, I’m not breaking it, I’m fixing it,” he assured me. “Give me two minutes.”
My mom came over and put her small hand on my shoulder. She drew me away from my dad and over to the dresser.
“Tina, I put your underwear and bras underneath your sweaters,” she whispered. “That way, the boys can’t see them when you open the drawer.”
“Oh, my God,” I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples.
“What, dear?” she asked.
“I
said oh my gosh, Mom,” I corrected myself, knowing how she hated when I took the Lord’s name in vain. “But gee, Mom, umm, thanks for that meticulous drawer organization and for sharing the reasoning behind it. I’m going to the car, again. I forgot, uh, something else. Be right back.”
I hadn’t had anything pressing to get, but I just needed to leave again. At this point, I really wished I had some Advil. My head was pounding, and my stress levels were through the roof. This is what my parents did to me— they made me crazy. Absolutely crazy.
I went to the car and grabbed another bag and my laptop. Then I glanced again towards the dozens of other students who were doing the exact same thing I was. It really was utter madness here on move-in day.
Across the street, one of the frat houses had a bunch of guys sitting on a couch outside with one sign that said, “You honk, we drink” and a second sign that said, “Okay, Dads. We’ll take it from here.”
I hoped my father wouldn’t see that sign. He was already way over protective, especially about boys. If my dad even saw me talking to a boy this early into the college process, there was no telling what he’d do.
I didn’t think he had actually put it together right away that I was going to be basically rooming on campus with guys. I mean, I still couldn’t forget how he’d sounded- mad and crazy- when he found out the dorms were co-ed. I thought he was going to blow a gasket.
This was my last trip from the car, and I could feel my blood pressure returning to normal as I walked back. I was glad I had taken some time out, and away from my parents, to clear my head. But when I passed a dorm room that was a few doors down from mine, I heard a familiar voice.
“Okay Dad, if you insist on bringing in the fridge, I’ll take it.”
I peeked in and couldn’t believe my eyes.
There stood Seth Foster, my least favorite person alive.
Chapter Two
Tina
I would recognize Seth’s tall form anywhere. He stood among a mess of boxes, looking over the small room.
He had his back to me. It was muscular and widened up to his broad shoulders. Seth had a swimmer’s body, all long lean muscle with huge shoulders.
Some of my girlfriends thought he was hot. But I couldn’t see it. He was too stupid to be hot.
His dad started to leave the room, presumably to go to the parking lot and get the fridge out of the car. I didn’t want him to see me, so I starting walking very quickly straight ahead.
I ended up by the bathrooms, so I hurried in. But after a moment of staring at myself in the mirror, I realized I couldn’t stay in here all day.