Page 2 of Playing Hard to Hate

Griffin

Hello, ladies. It’s Griffin, star player for the Atlanta Braves. I believe Tatum tried to scare you away. She’s a bit, uh…territorial. Super insecure around other women, even though she knows I only have eyes for her. Classic woman, if you ask me. Always worried.

She’s an interesting one. Total nut job. But I love it. Don’t tell her I said that. I’m working on making her less crazy. It’s not going so well because, as I said, she’s nuts, super territorial, stubborn as fuck, and hardheaded.

Like, there’s a man after her, and she insists on going to her yoga classes because she’s a strong, independent woman and needs to work out.

I have a gym in my home. A gym that comes with state-of-the-art equipment. A gym that is in my fortress of a condominium building that no one can just penetrate. But no. She needs her freedom.

Also…forget a gunman after her. Every fucking guy with eyeballs wants a piece of her ass. And I don’t blame them, hence I claimed it as mine .

A bit of a spoiler alert. I was a total asshole to her. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. I was young and dumb. Someone is definitely coming after me with a shoe for that excuse. But no, seriously, I didn’t have a good role model growing up.

So this is an enemies-to-lovers with a total firecracker of a woman who, despite every grenade thrown her way, comes out alive and stronger than ever. If she told you to leave, ignore her.

Stay . Make yourself comfortable, though, because this is a long one. Grab a cup of coffee and some unhealthy snacks, just to piss off Tate. She only likes tea and healthy foods, you know, because she’s a gym rat.

Anyway, enjoy. Hope you can forgive me, like Tate did.