Page 94 of Bad Boy Neighbor

My muscles become rigid beneath my dress shirt, the revelation a complete shock. “Then what happened?”

“True to Father’s word, I was shunned. Got on a plane and stayed with Lana and Sebastian. He froze my accounts and disconnected my phone, all within hours of me walking away.”

“So, you live in Manhattan Beach?”

“Yes, in your old room.” She smiles softly. “I’m working at a law firm, helping out with admin stuff, and at nights, I work some shifts at a bar near the beach. Just keeping myself busy and trying to save enough to move out.”

It’s so much information to take in. She had finally done it, learned how to stand on her own two feet. I’m fucking proud of her, but judging by the way she’s distanced herself from me on the sofa, our friendship is far from repaired.

“Listen, I should go, right?” She tugs on the hem of the T-shirt. “I feel so seedy. Can I use your bathroom?”

I motion for her to follow me as she grabs her dress, pulling the tee down to cover her bare legs as she walks.

Opening the door to the bathroom, I point to the spare towels and toiletries.

“Wow!” She whistles, scanning the room. “Nice bathroom.”

“Enjoy,” I say before closing the door behind me.

This is going to kill me.

Go get a coffee or make breakfast. Don’t just stand here and imagine what’s happening on the other side.

“Oliver,” Gabriella calls. “I don’t know how to work your fancy shower.”

I let out annoyed huff, rolling my eyes because it’s not that hard.

“You press the button, swivel left, then push.”

“What?”

“Let me come in.”

“You can’t come in,” she blurts out.

“Stop being a baby. Put on a towel.”

I hear her cursing me until the door unlocks.

Standing behind the door, my charcoal-colored towel is wrapped around her body. It takes every fiber of my being not to make a comment or even imagine what that towel would look like on the floor with her body stark naked in front of me. My boxers become increasingly tight with the shaft of my dick refusing to settle down. I’d be lying if I said she hasn’t invaded my dreams and fucked me senselessly. The mornings when I would wake up from such a dream, I would train until I couldn’t breathe.

Leaning into the shower, my hand reacts out to start it, the water falling instantly.

“How do you take it?”

“Take what?” she asks, removing herself from behind the door.

“Your shower? Soft, hard…”

“Soft... hard? I don’t know.” Gabriella shrugs, drawing in her brows. “What kind of question is that?”

“A very valid one. I, for one, take it hard.”

She bursts out laughing, her hand moving toward her mouth until the towel slips, and she pulls it up in a panic. “Okay, nice piece of information. This shower is massive… you could fit a whole soccer team in here.”

“I guess. But wouldn’t that be awkward?”

“Yeah, for you. I wouldn’t say no to your team. Bow chicka wow wow.”

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