The Man Upstairs Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
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“Please,” she said again. “She’s so happy you were so nice to her, and she’ll show it. She really wants to get to know you, and you’ll like her. Definitely. And if you don’t, that’s cool, just give her a chance.”

I wished I could have responded with a yes, but I couldn’t. I’d only be feeding her lies.

“Julian,” she carried on, and her use of my name was so meek, so endearing, that it stoked a further flame in me. “Really, I need to tell you that Mum likes you, because she does. That’s why she was going out tonight. She wanted to see you.”

I had to put out the fire and stomp it dead, so I lowered my voice.

“I don’t want your mother. She really isn’t my type.”

That startled her, which was no surprise, since her mother was an attractive woman.

“I know she might seem a little young for you,” she said, “but don’t let that put you off. Age doesn’t matter.”

I almost laughed at those words. If only she knew.

“Oh, it does,” I said. “Listen, please, because I’m going to be honest with you. I have absolutely no interest in your mother, and big age gaps don’t turn me off, in fact. They turn me on. Which is exactly why I’m warning you now.” I paused. “Go to work, and forget we had this conversation. And please, unless in an emergency, stay away from me.”

Her pretty blue eyes went so wide behind her glasses.

“Stay away from you? Why?”

I folded my arms, the temptation to reach out and grab her almost too much to bear.

“Because my restraint is poor at best, and this could be a difficult situation. It wouldn’t end well for anyone.”

She looked at me blankly, seemingly unable to fathom what I was saying, so Christ alive, I had to spell it out more clearly. I couldn’t help myself.

“It’s not your mother I’m going to be wanting, Rosie, it’s you.”

The hitch of her breath and the shock on her face made my cock swell.

‘Me,’ she mouthed, no sound escaping. She swallowed, took a step back.

“Yes, Rosie. You. So please, get yourself to work, stay the hell away from me, and endeavour to quell your mother’s enthusiasm as soon as possible.”

The girl virtually stumbled backwards. Her cheeks were burning bright when she straightened her cap and pushed her glasses up her nose one more time.

“I might not to be able to do that…” she said. “I think she might visit you first.”

“Really? What makes you think–”

Ah. Of course. I sighed, tracking the train of events.

“You mean after the pub tonight, with your neighbour. Trisha, is it?”

“Yeah, that’s right. They can get a little bit…”

“Trashed, yes. I imagine so.” I put the conversation to bed. “I won’t answer the door.”

“Ok, fine,” she said, with a twist of emotions on her face I just couldn’t read.

“Goodbye, Rosie.”

She stepped out backwards, her wide eyes not leaving mine.

I closed the door on her, and pressed my back to it, waiting for her footfalls as she walked away. It took a few seconds before I heard them.

My microwave meal could get fucked tonight. Instead, I opted for whisky, downing a decent swig straight from the bottle. I sat down on my sofa, got my cock out and jerked off over the thought of Rosie’s shocked face with her coconut scent still fresh in the air. Jerked off to the thought of licking her pale flesh. Jerked off to the thought of imagining her stripping naked. Jerked off until my fist was soaked with cum. Why fight a beast that can’t be tamed?

That seemed to quell my urges for a short time at least, and through the rest of my pointless evening I watched mindless crap on TV, drinking myself through every second as I tried to ease myself into numbness. How my life had plunged to the depths.

Once upon a time, I’d have had my laptop out, crafting out words like a wannabe Mervin Helville – inspired by Moby Dick rather than possessed by my own dick. But no. Here I was in front of reality TV nonsense with a whisky bottle in my hand and cum-soaked tissues on the coffee table. Contrast didn’t even come close.

I’d almost managed to drink myself into a sleeping stupor by the time the knocks on my door started up at just gone eleven. I turned the TV down and stayed silent, wishing I’d had the foresight to turn it off.

The knocks kept on coming, louder and louder. Drunk hands are always so much more confident.

“Julian?” Beverly’s voice said loudly from outside. “Are you in there? I want to talk to you. To say thanks.”

I ignored her, but she kept on going.

“Julian? It’s Bev. I want to say thanks!”

At this rate, she’d have the guy with crutches out there along with her, wondering what the hell was going on. So, I sucked it up.



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