Scornfully Yours by Pamela Ann
Prologue
It was official! I had fallen hopelessly in love with Carter after dating him for only a couple of months. It wasn’t easy to come to terms with this realization knowing, with full certainty, that Carter Mason would not like this fact. He’d most likely just drop me like a hot potato the moment he found out.
In the very beginning, he was quite clear about emphasizing his feelings on love and relationships. “I don’t do any of the hearts and butterflies shit, Em. I don’t do love or the happily ever after shit either.”
Yep, that’s what he said, and I went ahead and jumped into bed with him anyway.
What woman would fall for a playboy who loathed the idea of love? I sure wasn’t going to. Or so I thought.
Carter was the University of California–Santa Barbara’s (or USCB) star forward on the soccer team. He was only a junior, but scouts from professional teams all over the world had already come to watch him play. They said he was the next ‘big thing.’ He was that good!
Carter was tall, dark and handsome. He had thick, killer thighs and the nicest bottom you’d ever see. Not to mention the fact that he was dynamite between the sheets and the sweetest—if he was in the mood—boyfriend. Everyone adored Carter and when he wanted to date me, there was no chance in the universe that I would even consider saying no.
Lindsey, his sister and my roommate, was over the moon when we started dating. Although, I didn’t mention what her brother’s ‘terms’ were in our relationship. I was sure that if she knew, she wouldn’t think it was ‘love at first sight,’ but more like ‘lust at first glance.’
In the beginning, his rules were great—perfect even.
I mean, I couldn’t have agreed more to them.
Who would want to be tied down with a serious relationship when you were in college anyway? I certainly didn’t.
I’d seen many women drop classes or quit a semester because they were too hurt and too heartbroken to continue going to school. I certainly didn’t want to become one of them, so Carter’s thing made sense.
It did, until I fell in love with him.
Now, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight?
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows; let it suffice
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
“Love is not a force between a mind and a body, but a force between two hearts. Your mind and eyes will never tell you when you feel true love, for only your heart can receive the true love that another heart sends directly to it.”
~Dr. Laurence J. Peter