Page 69 of My Ruthless Neighbor

It has been ten minutes since I received Meagan’s voice messages. Aside from calling me a hundred colorful names, she informed me that she was through with me. And that Summer and I deserve each other.

That didn’t sit right with me.

Summer’s plan worked. And while I am happy about that, I don’t know why I am getting this gnawing feeling in my stomach. That was my first inkling that something was amiss.

That is why I have been waiting here. I don’t know when Summer’s shift ends. I don’t have her number. All I know is that I need to talk to her.

Meagan’s passive-aggressive attack on Summer earlier gave me a glimpse of her personality.

I have met her family on numerous occasions. I always noted one thing. Meagan’s desperation for her parent’s approval.

She doesn’t even realize what person she has become because of this.

My fingers curl into fists when I recall the insult she threw at Summer.

I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have let Summer talk me into leaving. How does she do that? Make me listen to her.

I am a hardass. No one has the potential to convince me into doing things I don’t want to do.

I listen to everyone. That’s my nature. I am an attentive person. I make you believe that I am open to your suggestions and pieces of advice when in reality, I do what I feel like.

But this girl. Summer. She parted her ruby-red lips and asked me to leave and I couldn’t say no. I caught myself following someone else’s orders for the first time in my life.

Actually, ever since I discovered Summer is my neighbor, nothing has been the same. The recent chain of events made it impossible for me to deny my physical attraction to Summer Donovan.

This attraction I have for her is inhumane. It makes me act out of control. Like earlier tonight when I kissed her.

A rush of blood hits my cock at the mere thought of me devouring her lips.

Instead of slapping me, she kissed me back.

The knowledge that my little liar wants me just as much made me harder than I’ve ever been.

Her body’s slightest reaction to me was arousing.

I shake my head. No. She and I can never happen.

Then why can’t I get her out of my mind?

Her unique eyes haunted me this past week. Her beguiling eyes have kept me up at night. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw them. Those different colored eyes.

Her right eye color is crystal blue, so mesmerizing. Her left eye is a shade of green that reminds me of the forest on rainy days. Her unusual eyes are bewitching. With little to no effort, they can suck you in.

Those eyes have a language of their own. I still can’t forget how she kept staring at me with unfocused eyes the night she was drunk.

That’s why I couldn’t control my feet when I felt those eyes on me earlier.

She was watching me. It bothered her that I was on a date. And seeing her all worked up made my day.

Before I knew it, I was excusing myself and following her outside.

My resolve to stay away from her began to waver. And like the selfish bastard I am, I concocted a plan on the spot.

A plan that promised me a taste of Summer. A plan that would help me ditch Meagan.

When I told her I wanted an out, I wasn’t lying. I never lie. I just let her believe that the kiss was to serve my truthfulness. I let her believe that the kiss was meaningless.

What was I thinking?

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