Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
“That’s great,” Antony says in an overexaggerated way. “We are neighbors. Excellent.”
I give him a swift elbow to the ribs.
“I’m Blake.” He shakes her hand and turns her so that her back is facing me. “You look fabulous, by the way. White really sets off your eyes.”
“Oh . . . ,” she says, embarrassed. “Thanks, I guess.”
I step behind her and slice my finger across my throat at him.
“Juliet, come inside and play cards with us.”
“She’s here to see me,” I snap. At least she better be. I lead her down my front steps and away from the animals in the zoo.
“So sorry to barge in,” she says.
“No problem.” I concentrate on keeping my eyes on her face. I remember those great tits.
They bounce . . .
“I’m heading out tonight, and I just wanted to warn you that I have a problem with Barry,” she replies.
“Who’s Barry?”
“My dog. You know, the one you hate.”
I screw up my face. “You named your dog Barry?”
“He came with the name. Anyway, I have a date tonight, and . . .”
She’s going on a date . . . looking like that?
Owoooooooooooo. The dog howls from next door, and I instantly feel my hackles rise.
“Has there ever been a worse sound than that?” I ask her.
“He just doesn’t like me going out.”
That makes two of us.
“I’m not babysitting for you. I can’t help it if your dog is a wimp, Juliet. What were you thinking getting a mutt named Barry, anyway?”
“I know . . . but”—she hunches her shoulders up and tries to be cute—“if you could just—” She holds out a piece of paper with a phone number on it.
“Call the pound to come and take it back?” I reply dryly.
“No,” she snaps. “He will calm down when I leave. I’m sure of it.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“Call me and I’ll come home.”
Owoooooooooooo cries the wimpy dog over the fence.
Hmm . . . I take the paper from her. “You better come straight home if I call because I am not listening to that carry on all night.”
“You won’t even hear him; you’re playing cards with your friends.”
“I’ll be bored of them soon.”
“Fuck off,” I hear the chorus of them all yell inside, and I roll my eyes. Of course they’re listening.
“So, if he doesn’t calm down, you’ll call me?”
“This is a major inconvenience.”
“Please?” She does a jig on the spot.
I exhale heavily. “I guess I’ll have to. I don’t want the entire street disrupted.”
“Thanks.”
My eyes hold hers. “Have a good night.”
Not too good.
“You too.”
A car pulls up. “That’s my Uber. See you later. Thanks.” She turns and walks away, and I watch her sexy little ass wiggle as she walks.
Hmm . . .
Infuriating.
I walk back inside to find the boys all standing at the window, peering out through the curtains at her.
“Holy fuck, she’s hot,” Blake gasps. “Like real fucking hot.”
“Eyes off,” I snap as I sit back down at the card table.
“What does she do?” Bennet asks.
“She’s a nurse.”
“A nurse,” Bennet gasps. “Oh fuck, she can give me a sponge bath anytime.”
“There isn’t enough soap for your dirty dick,” I mutter as I shuffle the cards.
“What hospital?” Blake asks. “I’ve never seen her before.”
“I’m not sure.”
“The bank of Juliet is getting a deposit from me very soon,” Bennet says.
“Not happening.” I begin to deal the cards.
“Give me one good reason.”
“Because she doesn’t take deposits from the bank of tiny cock.”
They laugh.
“And besides.” I pick up my cards and rearrange them in my hand. “I already have an account open at the bank of Juliet.”
“What?” They all gasp. “You do not.”
I smile as I pick up my cigar.
“Details, we want the details.”
“A gentleman never tells.”
“True, but you’re not a gentleman.”
I smile as I stare at my cards. My mind wanders to the delectable Miss Drinkwater. “Double or nothing.”
Juliet
The music is loud, and I dance in a circle with the girls. I am tipsy, tipsier than tipsy. The cocktails are going down way too easy tonight, and I’m having the best time.
“Bathroom?” Leonie shouts.
I nod, and she grabs my hand and leads me through the club to the bathroom. I stumble in and sit down as the stall begins to spin. Oh man . . . no more for me.
I take out my phone and see a missed call.
“Whose number is this?” I call to Leonie in the stall next to me.
“Huh? What number?”
I click on the number, and it calls it back.
“Took your time,” a deep voice snaps.
“Is that you, Harry?” I pretend to forget his name.
“Don’t push your luck, Juliet. I’m on the verge of poisoning your dog.”
His grumpiness makes me giggle. “Is Barry being bad?”
“What do you think?”
I smile. “On my way.”
“Hurry up.” The phone goes dead.
I stand and pull my dress down. “I’ve got to go home,” I call to Leonie.
“Why?”
“Because Harry is going to poison Barry,” I call.