Page 8 of F*cker Next Door


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Before he could question himself, he made his way back into her house, and found her in the kitchen, pouring herself a drink.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know why I said that stuff, but I didn’t mean it, and I’m sorry.”

She turned toward him with a glass to her lips. He watched as she removed the glass, and licked those beauties that would look so good wrapped around his dick.

Wrong thought.

“I’m sorry for hitting you.” There was a pause, and he saw her cheeks were a little red. “Would you like a drink? I made a fresh batch of peach tea.”

“I’d love some.”

She got him a glass, and handed it to him. “Here you go.”

He took the glass, and had a drink. It was really nice, sweet, fruity, and refreshing.

“I’m not always so rude.”

“And I’m not always so blunt or violent.” She moved so that the island was between them. He watched her as she drank. Her gaze kept landing on his. “I’m kind of embarrassed right now. For some strange reason, our conversations seem to move to sex.”

“I’m a jerk. Blame me.” This made her smile. “Did you hear about the supposed curse with this house?”

“You mean the couples before us? The ones that have ended up being married?” she asked.

“That’s the one.”

“I think we’re safe and sound with that. We can barely stand each other.” She stared at her glass, and he hated it.

He didn’t like the silence or the awkwardness between them. They were both better than that.

“Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but we also work together. I’m sorry for being mean, and I appreciate that you didn’t call Daniel about the noise. I won’t do it again.”

She smiled. “Thank you. I do appreciate that. I won’t ignore you, and I want to apologize for being a bitch. I’m not usually like that.”

“I also want to say sorry about commenting about your dad. I don’t know who he was, or anything about you. I’m sorry.”

She held her hand out. “Then it’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Coal.”

Slade didn’t hesitate. He took her hand and gave it a shake, smiling as he did. “Friends?”

“More like neighbors without attitude,” she said.

“I can live with that.” He finished his tea, and then let himself out of the back of the house.

There was no way he was going to be fixing that fence piece. Something told him he was going to be using it a whole lot more.

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