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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I opened the door, and my eyes shot straight to Beverly’s chest. She was wearing the same, deliciously tight purple dress she’d been wearing earlier, only this time there was a lot more cleavage on show. That made her smile, drunk confidence showing. She twisted her fingers in her hair, biting her lip like she was in a porn movie. Most men would have been all over her like a rash.

“I appreciate your thanks,” I told her.

“I can show you my thanks, if you like,” she said, then held up a bottle of wine in a grandiose gesture. She dared to take a step forward, but I closed the door just enough to get my point across.

“It’s late, Beverly. I’m sorry, but I need to get to bed.”

As it turned out, I didn’t have to say anything more. She must have been uncomfortably familiar with rejection.

She started, upright, her eyes sharpening through her drunken haze.

“Shit, sorry. I should’ve known, I just…” She shrugged with a sigh. “I’ll fuck off and leave you to it. Sorry for knocking.”

Christ, I felt like a cunt as I bid her goodnight and closed the door. Felt like a cunt as I wished it had been her daughter standing there in that tight purple dress. Felt like a cunt as I sat back on the sofa and took my cock out again. Felt like a cunt as I imagined Rosie in that dress, kneeling, tongue out, looking up at me through her glasses, just before I scrawled SLUT across her cheek and spurted cum all over her pretty face.

And then I felt like a cunt as I came all over my fist again.

Chapter Five

Rosie

I’d been sending messages whenever I could through my shift, and tried to call Mum on my break, but my call went to voicemail and my messages showed as unread.

I raced back home as soon as I could, praying I’d intercept her, but it was too late. Our apartment door was unlocked, and Mum was already inside, devastated. She had tears rolling down her cheeks, breaths hitching as she sat next to Trisha on the sofa, both of them with glasses of wine in their hands.

I dropped my bag and crouched by Mum’s side.

“Hey.”

“Julian doesn’t want me!”

My stomach lurched when I heard the pain in her voice.

I put my hand on her knee. “He hardly knows you yet. And you’re drunk.”

Trisha shook her head, like she was the wise one.

“It doesn’t make any difference,” she said. “He was a twat to her. An absolute prick.”

“How?”

“He practically slammed the door in her face.”

That sounded like rubbish to me. It really didn’t seem his style.

“Did Julian slam the door in your face, Mum?”

Mum sucked in a breath. “No… not exactly… he just. He didn’t want me there. It was so obvious it was embarrassing.”

“Yeah. Practically slammed the door on you,” Trisha repeated.

I hated her being so self-righteous. I’d have put money on the fact she’d been cheering Mum on every step of the way.

“The guy is such an asshole,” she carried on. “No wonder they call him fucked up. Arrogant tosser.”

Really, of all the times in my life that I’d wanted to tell Trisha to piss off, this felt like the worst of them. It was her who hadn’t given a shit when I was screaming. It was Julian who’d come racing to save us.

I focused on Mum.

“I’m sure he thinks you’re great, he’s probably just… I dunno…”

“A wanker,” Trisha finished for me. “He’s a wanker, Rosie. Everyone knows it. They say he’s a perv who likes young girls, anyway. Your mum’s probably way too old for that freak.”

I burnt up, skin prickling. Her words too close for comfort. Luckily, she was too drunk to notice.

“Fucking asshole,” she said. “He’s nothing but shit on a shoe, insulting your mum like that.”

Like hell he was. Insulting my mum was the very opposite of what he’d been doing.

I felt weirdly defensive of Julian, but things would get a whole lot worse if me and Trisha ended up rowing. I forced myself to stay calm. Trisha’s views on Julian meant nothing. Her views on anything meant nothing.

I took the foil wrapped pizza from my bag, eyes still on Mum. “I’ve got you some food. I doubt you’ve eaten, right?”

Mum shook her head. No, she hadn’t. Surprise.

“Pizza sounds great,” Trisha said, and again, I wished she’d just fuck the hell off.

I’d only just got to my feet when Mum started up with her self-hatred. It always stabbed me deep, hating how much she hated herself. She didn’t deserve it. I’d meant everything I’d said to Julian. Mum’s heart was in the right place, even if she didn’t believe it.

“If I was better looking, he’d have let me in,” she said to Trisha, blanking me out. “I thought this dress looked good enough on me, but I was wrong. I look shit in it.”



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