Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Right, okay,” I say, not sure how to feel about that. If people knew about him, knew his name and what he was like, then I could get a better picture of the guy. I could find out if he’s a man-slut, or if he’s someone I need to be wary of, but the fact he’s a mystery, even to his closest neighbor, doesn’t sit well with me. Wanting to shake off the unease, I flip the conversation, needing this to go in a different direction. “What about the neighbor on our other side, like directly beside us? 107. The guy with the bright blue eyes.”
A sly grin pulls at her lips. “Ahhh, so you met Dalton Eros?” she muses, a knowing sparkle glistening in her eyes.
“Is that his name?” I question as though I haven’t already memorized it, glancing away so she can’t see the deception in my stare.
Cara laughs. “Trust me, Dalton Eros is not a name you’re going to forget anytime soon, and if you’re lucky enough, you’ll be screaming it until your throat hurts. That guy fucks like a god.”
My brows arch as I glance her way, watching how her cheeks flush. “I take it you know this from your own experience?”
“Damn straight,” she laughs, a wide grin across her face. “I think it was the day he moved in . . . maybe the day after, and he was just walking in while I was walking out. I don’t even know how it happened. One second I was passing him in the hallway, and the next thing I knew, I was bent over his kitchen counter getting rammed like never before. And that guy . . . goddamn. He’s big. Pierced, manscaped, and BIG. I haven’t been fucked like that before, like things I didn’t know could stretch, were stretching.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“So . . .” I say slowly, catching her eye. “Are you the type of girl who’s going to get jealous or pissed off if her new roomie fucked the same guy? Or is he kinda a no-go zone now?”
“Girl, no. Fuck that guy as hard as you can,” she tells me. “You see, I’d like to be one of those girls who could stick with the same guy and grow attachments, but let’s be real. I’m a whore and love it. I try not to go back for seconds, unless I’m desperate, but also . . . I’m kinda that girl who makes things awkward after sex.”
“Huh?” I laugh. “What are you talking about?”
Cara buries her face in her hands, almost embarrassed to be sharing this. “I just . . . I don’t know. I can’t act like a normal human being after getting dicked down. I get awkward and weird. Getting the guy in bed and stroking his ego . . . and everything else comes so naturally to me, but the second he’s finished wiping his cum off my back—awkward.”
I laugh and take a sip of my water. “Tell me you’re lying.”
“Wish I could,” she tells me. “Dalton Eros. After fucking him, I told him how pretty his dick was and then awkwardly curtseyed while thanking him for thoroughly rocking my world.”
“Oh, well . . . that’s not that bad.”
She gives me a blank stare. “I did it in an old British accent, then spanked my own ass and galloped out of his apartment like a horse.”
“Holy shit.”
Cara nods. “When I pass him in the hallway now, he averts his eyes so quickly, and just yesterday, I stepped out of my apartment at the same time he did, and I’ve never seen anyone backtrack so fast. I can still hear the sound of his door slamming closed. It was like an echo sailing down the hall.”
I can’t hold back my laugh and have to slam my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound.
“It’s okay,” she tells me. “Laugh all you have to, but just know that the humiliation was worth every second.”
Taking another sip of my water, I stand and step back from the counter, more than ready to call it a night. “You know what?” I tell her with a fond smile. “I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”
Chapter 4
OAKLEY
My phone buzzes on my bedside table, and I open my eyes to the early afternoon sun streaming through my window. I groan, throwing my arm over my face, trying to block out the sun, but now that I’ve seen it, it’s impossible to ignore.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I reach for my phone, feeling around the table until my hand curls around the cool metal. Tearing it off its charger, I bring the phone over my face and squint into the light as I unlock it. There’s a text from Heather, and I quickly open it while wishing she could have allowed me just a few more hours of sleep. I’m a solid twelve-hour-a-night sleeper, and if I don’t get in all the z’s, I have a tendency of becoming one hell of a cranky bitch.