Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Dylan tried to ignore it, but the truth was, he dreamed about that little dog, and he wanted her. After the past six months, no one had claimed her, and she was now his.
Also, he may have also currently wrote the dog into his will, which his lawyer wasn’t too impressed about, and asked if he wanted to see a therapist. He didn’t need to see anyone.
He was a guy who loved his dog and wanted to make sure that if he passed before Buttercup, she would live a good life. When his lawyer tried to get all logical and said the dog wouldn’t live as long as he would, he nearly fired him on the spot. Dylan wasn’t interested in hearing those kind of facts.
Right now, he had a feeling Buttercup was with his neighbor. He moved toward the door, ran fingers through his hair, and wondered what the hell he should do. They hadn’t really spoken, and he was pretty sure he heard his neighbor calling him “Grumpy.”
What exactly should he say about that?
“That’s my dog,” Dylan said, and walked out of his door.
He glanced down the street, because in the year since he had lived at the house, he had come to notice, every now and then, there was a collection of people just staring toward their houses. He was pretty sure one of them was the previous owner’s daughter, but he wasn’t sure. They were not there today, so he held his hand up and knocked on the door. He didn’t hear anything, but he saw her car in the driveway.
Seconds passed, maybe even a minute, and then his very sexy neighbor opened the door. She wore a pair of jeans that seemed to mold to those juicy thighs like a second skin. The top she wore was a little out of place, seeing as she held Buttercup in her arms, but it didn’t detract from the curves of her waist, hips, ass, and tits. Fuck. She was a walking, talking wet dream.
Her ass had been one of the first things he noticed. He loved a woman with curves, which is what made his ex-wife so strange. She had always been on a diet, and even though she was slender, she had always called herself fat. Nothing he said or did stopped her from dieting. Then, finding her with his best friend balls-deep inside her, he figured nothing he could say was going to change that.
It turned out that the woman he thought he loved enjoyed fucking everything with a cock. His best friend had taken a turn, many of their neighbors had, some of the people he’d worked with, waiters, and who knows how many others. She loved to fuck and hated being tied down.
What she loved about Dylan was his money. From a young age, he’d played the markets, and he had a good eye on what would do well, so he’d made a fortune. He could retire if he wanted to.
His wife didn’t get a cent of the money, much to her annoyance. Due to her blaring infidelity, he didn’t have to pay her anything.
Last he heard, she was enjoying life with his ex-best friend, and there was even rumor of her being pregnant.
Dylan had never considered himself a fool, but for five years, he was taken for one, and that was not something he liked.
“Hi, I was going to bring her back, I promise,” his neighbor said.
“It’s okay. I want to apologize. I don’t know how she keeps getting into your yard, or your house.”
She gave a little laugh. “She got into my garden and then I let her in my house.”
Her smile lit up her whole face and he was pretty sure he saw a twinkle in her eyes. They seemed to sparkle. She had amazing brown eyes.
“Er, I know this is probably a little late and all that, but I’m Dylan Greaves, your neighbor.” He held his hand out to her.
She supported Buttercup’s weight and then placed her hand within his. He didn’t know what happened, but it was like a tingle rushed up his arm, spreading through his whole body. She opened her mouth, then closed it.
“I’m Robin Caites, your neighbor. I think we moved in roughly about the same time, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, we did.”
“I don’t think I can call myself your new neighbor.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I, ugh, I think we, I don’t know, got off on the wrong foot maybe. I’d just gotten out of a messy divorce, and knowing a woman had moved in next door, I wasn’t the greatest guy to be around.” And he had no idea why he was just blurting out all this nonsense.
Dylan never shared anything about his life, not with strangers—and this woman was a total stranger. She didn’t need to know that he hated women, or wanted to hate women.