Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Okay, okay. I’ll let you off the hook, but only if you have a good story for me. You know I live to hear all about your gory conquests—wait,” she mutters, her words falling away and making me worry that something isn’t right, that maybe she’s in danger. “What the fuck is that sound? Is that . . . Bitch! Are you watching porn?”
I groan and roll my eyes. “No, I—”
“Girl, if you’re busy flicking the bean, the decent thing to do is to at least mute the video before accepting my call. I know you have needs and all that, but shit.”
“No!” I groan, throwing myself out of my bed. “I wish it were porn because at least then I’d be able to turn it off. Hell, even getting something out of it, but it’s my new neighbor. I swear, the asshole only moved in this afternoon and is already driving me insane. He’s been fucking this woman for over an hour right up against my bedroom wall. My picture frame has already fallen off the wall. And shit, Milan. They’re so goddamn loud. All I’ve heard for the past hour is, Fuck me, Daddy. Yes! Deeper! Spank me,” I say before switching to a man’s tone. “Yeah, just like that, my sweet little whore. Who’s been a bad girl?”
She howls with laughter. “Oh shit. Tell me you’re kidding.”
“Not even a little bit,” I mutter before taking the AirPod out of my ear and pressing it against the wall. “Can you hear that? It’s insane.”
As if on cue, my new neighbor groans. “Ahhhh fuck,” and Milan bursts into uncontrollable waves of laughter.
“Holy shit, girl. You’re living next to the human equivalent of a Dolby Surround Sound System: The after-dark edition. That right there is a full-volume mating call. What the actual fuck. And it’s been going on for an hour?”
I groan and glance at my phone. “An hour and ten now.”
Milan just laughs again. “Shit. You’re jealous.”
“I am absolutely not jealous,” I tell her. “I am no prude when it comes to loud, performative sex. Nobody has better sex than me. I’m just—”
“Jealous.”
“No!”
I groan, and as my neighbor continues going to town on his girl, I throw my blanket off, frustration burning through my veins like never before. “That’s it. I’m going over there.”
Milan gasps. “You can’t do that.”
“The hell I can’t,” I mutter to myself, grabbing my phone. “If they’re going to perform for the whole building in the middle of the night while I’m trying to get my beauty sleep, then they’re basically asking for it.”
“Oh shit. This isn’t going to go wrong at all,” she laughs, not bothering to try to talk me out of it. She knows damn well that once I set my mind to it, I’m a woman on a mission. There’s no stopping me, and this woman has got a lot to say.
Storming through my apartment in nothing but a skintight cotton cami and a pair of black cheeky panties, I throw my door open and march out into the corridor.
“What are you going to say?”
“No clue.” I position myself in front of the door for apartment 305 and curl my hand into a fist before ruthlessly banging as hard and as violently as I possibly can. “OPEN UP, YOU WALL-SHAKING, OBNOXIOUS, ARROGANT EXHIBITIONIST DISASTER OF A MAN.”
“Whoa,” Milan laughs in my ear. “That’ll teach him.”
My fist doesn’t stop pounding against the door, not when the fucking stops, not when I hear the woman gasping inside the apartment, not even when I hear the heavy footsteps of a man striding across the hardwood floor. I just keep going, because fuck knows that’s the kind of resilience he enjoys in a woman.
The door flies open a moment later, and the momentum of my missed door-banging sends me toppling forward. I catch myself quickly and fix my balled fists at my sides when that deep tone I’ve been listening to for the past hour cuts through the newfound silence.
“Oh, hey. You must be my new neighbor,” he says, too fucking chirpy for my liking. “What’s going on?”
My gaze snaps up to find myself staring directly at an ass-naked man, his hand shamelessly covering his junk, and let’s be honest, while he certainly has big hands, he has an even bigger cock, and his attempt to cover it is doing absolutely nothing. But damn, he’s a snack, and if I weren’t so pissed off, I might even take a moment to notice just how tall he is with that perfectly carved body and those strong arms. Shit, he even has a mouthwatering V that leads down to what can only be described as a fucking tree trunk, and I’m not talking one of those Japanese maples. I mean, one of those redwood trees. Like damn. I’m no Cinderella, but I just know that’s going to be a perfect fit.