Page 4 of Claimed By my Frenemy

I start the jackhammers, drilling away at a piece of the old concrete foundation of the trashy house that was here before. The foundation will be destroyed later anyway, but it doesn’t have to be destroyed today, right now, at 10:30 at night.

The noise is deafening, and I’m glad that the contractor left his noise-canceling headphones. I can only imagine how it sounds in Mia’s house. I picture her tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and it brings a twisted sense of satisfaction.

After about ten minutes of the obnoxious noises, she comes out on the back porch, appearing with a furious look on her face. She’s wearing pajamas—some sort of tank top that makes it clear she’s not wearing a bra underneath, and shorts that barely cover her ass.

She crosses her arms and just stares at me.

I hop off the jackhammer, smile, and wave.

Mia continues to stare at me angrily. “Do you have to do that right now? Good god. It’s too late at night. You can’t even see what you’re doing!”

“Sorry! Just trying to get as much done as possible.”

Then, I hop back onto the jackhammer and work away for another five minutes.

Mia continues to watch. I stop a few minutes before eleven, checking my watch to make sure I can’t keep annoying her any longer.

With a toss of her short, black hair, Mia turns around and marches across the porch. She’s heading for the back door when she stops and peers at something in her yard.

Changing direction, she turns and heads into her yard. I don’t think she realizes just how attractive she is. I remember her from high school, but now, she’s matured. Her curves have grown and tightened, and when she bends over to grab something from the yard and gives me a shot at her ass, it’s impossible for me to control the warm feeling I have in my groin area.

I can feel my dick responding to the view she is giving me.

“Concrete,” Mia says, holding up a sizable chunk of something gray. She shakes it at me. “Keep your mess over there, please.”

Then, she tosses the chunk of concrete in my direction and marches into the house. She may be out of my view now, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking about her.

I can still see the way that sunny yellow tank top accentuated her breasts. I can imagine putting them one at a time toward me until she pressed up against me. I would grab her ass and pull her hips toward mine so that she could feel my dick pressing into her.

She would groan my name long and low in my ear as I started kissing her neck. Then, I would pull those shorts right off her and push into her so hard she wouldn’t be able to keep herself quiet. She would wake the neighbors up with her shouts of pleasure.

I rub my dick through my pants, wishing this could be a reality.

We may have dated back in high school, but all we ever did was kiss behind the bleachers and hold hands. She was all chaste back then and determined not to lose her virginity yet. But now, it’s been ten years. We’ve both had experience, and I know I could make her come more than once just by touching her in all the right places.

But as I stare at Mia’s dark house, I know it can’t. I need her property, and that means I can’t lose focus of the big picture here—the resort.

3

MIA

I can’t waitto see my friends. After the stress from yesterday and into the late night, I need the chance to have a drink and relax.

As I walk down the boardwalk to where Leo’s Tiki Bar is at the end, I spot Aurora’s long, blonde hair first. She’s a beauty. We all knew it in high school too. She was the reason our little group formed, so we could all revolve around Aurora and dream of being as cool as her someday. But she’s actually pretty down-to-earth, if a little conceited, once you get to know her.

Next to her is Madison. Madison has always been the sporty one. In high school, she played volleyball, and she practiced it like having the best spike on Oak Island was her job. Now, she’s more into surfing. I’ve never thought getting up at five a.m. to catch a wave sounds appealing.

Stella suddenly bumps my hip with her own, appearing at my side and causing me to jump. “Long time no see, Mia!”

She squeals and hugs me, and I hug her back. Her hair is a bright, cerulean blue—a color I’ve never seen on her before. But it looks good. It makes her seem even more carefree than she normally does. “Good to see you.”

Aurora turns at hearing our voices, and she waves us over with a dimpled smile.

I hurry forward, throwing my arms around Aurora and Madison. They both hug me back. Madison squeals. “Mia! You haven’t abandoned us. You’re back! Is it for good? Please tell me you’re not going back to Raleigh in a week.”

“Just wait. I’ll tell you all when Zoey gets here. Where is she?” I check my phone for the time.

I settle into a seat at the round table that’s only meant for four, but one of the girls has found a chair at another table and pulled it right over. It sits empty, waiting for Zoey.

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