Hitman Next Door Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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Chapter Three

Nate finished putting the last of the decorations up on his house. He had no choice but to go out at the last minute and purchase a shitload of stuff in order to keep up appearances with the rest of the street.

He’d never been one for Christmas.

His life didn’t normally involve being in one place long enough to put up a tree and to make the house glow outside with all the fairy lights.

After he finished, he was rather impressed with his handiwork, and right on time as Lemon arrived home.

She’d made her escape three nights ago, and had avoided him since, but he knew she wanted him.

He shouldn’t even be delving into this temptation, but she was impossible to resist. Rocco hadn’t called for an update in a short time, but rather than think of the potential spies on his ass, he tried to live his life.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“Wow, it’s incredible.”

He stepped back from the ladder, moving as close to Lemon as possible. “Did you have a good day at work?”

“Yeah, it was long. Lots of customers today.” She shrugged.

“Lemon.”

“Nate.”

They both spoke at the same time.

“You go first.”

“I have to go and … I’m tired.”

She went to leave, but he couldn’t let her. He was tired of her pulling away from him. Gripping her hand, he spun her close. “Don’t go.”

He put his hand on her hip as she collided with his chest.

The feel of those full tits pressed against him made his cock stiff within seconds. This woman. What was it about her that drove him crazy? That made him hungry for her? He didn’t get it. He’d enjoyed his fair share of easy pussy. Women were easy. They fell for him without even trying, but Lemon was special.

A virgin.

The boss’s daughter.

And he wanted her all to himself.

“Nate, I don’t know what you want from me.”

“You think it was easy for me to say we’re not friends and just neighbors? The way I feel for you, Lemon … you’re twenty years my junior.”

“Age is just a number,” she said.

“Then tell me you don’t want me. Tell me I’m making all of this up inside my head, where you’re not curious about what it means to be with me.”

She tilted her head back, and he saw tears in her eyes. “I can’t.”

“Then if you’re curious about where this is going to go, you have one hour.”

“One hour?”

“Yes. One hour to make your mind up. You knock on my door, and I’ll know you want more than to be friendly neighbors. If you do, we’ll see where this goes.” He let her go, reluctantly.

It was so damn hard to step back, but he had no choice.

He picked up his ladder and made his way around back.

Of the two houses, Lemon’s had been the one graced with the swimming pool out back. He knew the curse of the houses, but he didn’t believe in any of that shit. He’d done his research, and there was no denying there appeared to be some validity to it, but he couldn’t believe it.

No one fell in love just because two houses were sandwiched together. Besides, it wasn’t like his purchase of this place was random.

He was doing everything for a job. For Lemon’s father.

He had to keep reminding himself that this was for a job, not for any other purpose, but it was impossible.

You shouldn’t be inviting her over to fuck her. That’s what all of this is about. You want to finally feel Lemon wrapped around you. To feel her tight cunt give way to your cock!

Shaking his head, he went to his kitchen to pull a bottle of vodka from the freezer. He poured himself a generous shot glass and tipped it back in one go.

This wasn’t important.

Lemon was a job. When she came over, he’d make sure she left. He’d crush her heart once and for all.

The very thought made him sick to his stomach.

He’d give anything to have her sweet smiles and to hear the sound of her laughter. She soothed the monster inside him.

With the glass firmly in his grip, he launched it across the room, relishing the sound of the shatter as it collided with the wall. The splinters of glass fell to the floor.

“Damn it!”

This wasn’t going according to plan.

As if his life couldn’t get any more fucked up, the cell phone with the ring tone alerting him to Rocco’s call went off.

If he ignored it, Rocco would get suspicious.

“What’s up?” he asked, answering after the fifth ring.

“I was checking in. There has been word on the street that O’Leaves are looking into Lemon. It’s a very vague call. Informant didn’t have much to go on, but they think they know how to keep me in line,” Rocco said.

While his boss talked, Nate made his way upstairs, going toward the attic where he’d set up multiple surveillance cameras, including inside Lemon’s home and surrounding it.



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