Big Man Next Door - Page 15

My fingers are on my belt, about to work the buckle free when my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Checking the message, it's my brother. This is your wake up call fucker. No more being late.

I'm staring at the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen naked in my bed, and being forced to abandon her when I really don't want to. The sun is hitting her body just right. Her porcelain skin looks light pink, soft and delicate. Biting my bottom lip, I smile.

The things I could do to you if I had the time.

Chuckling to myself, I send him back the only thing I can think of. Cock blocker.

Grabbing my keys off the table, I hold the doorknob and stand in the doorway for a long second, before leaving my apartment.

I've never felt this way before. The entire drive to work, all I think about is her. The flowery scent of her shampoo, the softness of her skin, the way she wriggled in my hands when I sucked her tits and trembled when I made her come.

All of it, every last detail, is flashing through my head. I can't explain the way she's infiltrated every part of my brain. She's so deep I'll have to cut her out if I want my sanity back.

Arriving at work, my head is pounding slightly, so I pour a cup of coffee. Bringing it to my lips, the steam rolls across my face. Taking a small sip, the caffeine explodes through my veins.

“Hey, look who actually showed up on time,” Grey says as he steps into the room.

“Well, I guess I should at least try once or twice a year. Maybe my boss will finally give me that raise I deserve.” Flashing him a teasing smile, I arch my brows.

Grey grins, his eyes drifting from my face to my hands. “It must have been a long night if you're actually drinking the coffee that Ben made.”

Looking into the cup, I see little flecks of coffee grounds sticking to the side of the foam cup. “What can I say, you got me.” Shrugging, I take a long sip.

“Yeah, I know. I saw you leave with that girl. What was her name again? Holly. . . Hanna—”

“Heather,” I correct him.

“Right, Heather. Heather your hot ass neighbor with big tits and a juicy ass.” He bites his knuckles and grins.

“What are you, fucking sixteen?”

My brother laughs, laying his hand on my shoulder and giving me a firm squeeze. “Dude, what the hell's gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” I snap, jerking my arm out of his grip. “Just don't talk about her like that.”

Grey arches a single brow, his voice dropping. “Since when do you give a shit about how I talk about some girl you brought home?”

“Since now, so enough already, Grey.” My tone is sharp. My eyes fix on his, and his mouth pulls taut.

“Sounds to me like someone has a hard-on for perky tits.” Taking a step back, he wags a finger at me. “Don't go fucking soft on me bro, not for some random chick. You remember what happened to our parents, what we went through with all that garbage. It was a fucking shit show.”

“I'm not going soft, Grey.” Throwing the coffee cup into the trash, I grab my bag. Glaring at him over my shoulder, I growl, “And I'm not wrapped up in some girl. It was one night. You just don't always have to act like a dick.”

Storming out the door, I let it slam shut behind me. Driving to the work site, my hands clench the steering wheel tight.

Is Grey right? Am I hooked on this girl?

My chest tightens with anger. I'm not hung up on her. I don't even know her. It was one night, one night of good, hot, amazing sex. Period.

There's nothing else there. One night of sex doesn't mean shit. I don't have feelings for her. It's impossible, and it'll never happen. I know better than to let emotions take charge. I've seen the damage it can do.

I want no part of it. The feelings that go along with loving someone will only destroy you. They hurt, they leave scars, and nothing can fix them. Those memories stay, they stay and live inside you. Fester.

It's not worth it.

The rest of the day I spend driving nails into two by four boards. I don't even use my nail gun, just a hammer. I'm so tight and tense over what my brother said that I have to put that anger somewhere.

He's wrong. I know he's wrong.

Then why can't I get her voice out of my head?

It was incredible, her voice angelic, adding a layer of brightness to the dark. She was stunning, taking my breath away the second she opened her mouth and that music came out of her.

I spend the day working until my palms are raw and bleeding, and every inch of my body aches. Packing up my shit, I drive right home, not even bothering to stop by the office first. Grey is just someone I don't want to see anymore today.

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