Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Ugh. I sip my beer, unimpressed with where my mind is going . . . again.
This woman . . .
She’s my neighbor, my friend’s ex-wife . . . my best friend, a member of my own group of friends, a quite close one, actually, and frankly, she’s impossible to avoid.
Rebecca.
Beautiful, smart, and funny. She’s the whole package.
We’re in the friend zone.
So deeply that she thinks of me as a big brother, but behind closed doors, I carry a sordid secret: I’m the big brother that fantasizes about doing unspeakable things to her body.
In my dreams she uses me just as hard as I use her.
“You seeing Cindy tonight?” Henley asks.
“Yeah.” I sip my beer, my eyes lingering on the forbidden fruit.
“When’s her expiry date?” Antony asks.
“Must be coming on soon, surely,” Hen replies.
Rebecca laughs out loud at the other end of the table, and my stomach flutters.
Cut. It. Out.
Rebecca Dalton is as far from my type as physically possible, a good girl who’s still in the trenches as she gets over her marriage breakdown. Her husband cheated on her with his secretary.
What a fucking idiot.
“Well?” Henley asks, interrupting my thoughts once more.
“What?” I glance over to him.
He raises his eyebrow in question. “Cindy’s expiry date?”
“Oh . . .” I sip my beer. “I don’t know. She’s not Mrs. Grayson, that’s for sure.”
“Nobody will ever be Mrs. Grayson,” Ant chips in.
“What makes you say that?” I ask.
“The kind of women you like.” Antony widens his eyes, and Henley chuckles.
“Fuck off.” I sigh, unimpressed. “We can’t all be fucking boring like you two.”
He’s nailed it in one . . . there probably won’t be a Mrs. Grayson. I can’t help that I have a definitive type, and if I could change it, I would.
I like the bad girls, the ones with sexual stamina who can fuck as well as I can.
As much as I want them to, innocent women do nothing for me.
If I do end up on a date with one, I find myself glancing at my watch all night, wishing for it to be over.
Rebecca stands, and my eyes drop to her defined quad muscles in her minidress. I sip my beer as I imagine them around my ears.
“You’re drooling,” Henley mutters under his breath.
I snap my eyes away, rattled at being caught. “Fuck off.”
“You need to make a move already,” Antony whispers.
“I’m not making a move.” I sip my beer again as I watch her walk to the bar. “We’re not like that.”
“Well, while you’re not being like that, she’s going to fuck her ex out of her system with every Tom, Dick, and Harry,” Henley replies. He taps his bottle with mine and winks sarcastically. “It’s going to be fun to watch you watch her.”
“Fuck you.”
I clench my jaw. I hate the thought of her sleeping around, but there’s no way around it; I know she needs to do it. She’s only ever slept with one man before, and as her friend I want her to have fun and experience the world.
“You’re an idiot,” Antony mutters under his breath. “Someone’s going to steal her right out from under you.”
“Only she isn’t under him.” Henley winks.
“You know what this is?” Antony replies.
“Karma.”
“Shut. Up. Don’t you two have anything better to do than stalk me and my love life? It’s fucking creepy.”
“Not really.” Hen smirks.
“Anyway . . . karma has nothing to do with this. Rebecca and I are just friends.”
“You wish.”
We fall silent as she comes back to the table and sits down; she glances up, and our eyes lock. She smiles softly as she pushes her chair in, and my dick throbs in appreciation.
Yeah . . . this has to stop.
Rebecca
“Everything all right over here, ladies?” Ronald smiles as he bends down and kisses Taryn’s cheek.
“Perfect, Ronny.” She beams up at him.
“Let me know if anyone gives you any trouble, okay?” Ronald calls to the table.
“Thanks, man.” The boys all politely smile and nod.
Life is weird. If someone told me five years ago that my group of friends would be the people who live in my cul-de-sac, neighbors, I would have thought they were crazy.
But here I am, surrounded by the best friends a girl could ever ask for. Moving to Kingston Lane was the best thing I ever did. There’s Henley, Blake, and Antony. Henley is an engineer, Blake is a doctor, and Antony is a lawyer. Then there’s Juliet—she’s a nurse and engaged to Henley; they met when Juliet moved next door. Chloe is Juliet’s friend who I’ve also become close to; she’s a nurse. And then there’s Taryn. Taryn moved in with her mother when her marriage broke down. At the beginning she drove us all mad, but her weirdness and wild ways are infectious, and she’s become a friend.
Taryn is sleeping with the manager of the club and gets us the best table and half-price drinks every time we come here.