I’m not sure I even remember now. Since when do landlords look like this?
HERE I AM BURYING MYSELF in work to try and escape the negative thoughts consuming me when I look up to see a stranger barging into my property, throwing me all off.
The blonde female with big green eyes looks me over, taking in every dip of exposed muscle, before her gaze lands on my face. She looks speechless for a moment, as if she possibly wasn’t expecting what’s standing before her. Seems I’ve thrown her off just as much as she has me, because I surely wasn’t expecting the sexy mess in front of me.
I look her over, realizing I’ve never set eyes on her a day in my life, which tells me she’s probably here by mistake and not for the same reason most women seek me out.
Whatever the reason, I don’t have the time nor the patience for chitchat. With everything else going on I haven’t had much time this week to work on getting this place move-in ready. I’m already behind schedule and hating every second of it. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I ask harshly, unable to stop myself.
The woman nervously clears her throat, watching as I take my shirt and run it over my sweaty body. She doesn’t seem as confident now as she did when barging inside without permission. But then again, she probably wasn’t expecting a half-naked asshole to be inside either.
“I don’t have all night. Tell me what you need or get out. As you can see, I’m busy.” I scowl, watching closely as she rubs her palms down the front of her tight jeans.
Blondie has no clue that she picked one of the worse times to bother me. The entire town knows not to fuck with me during my me time. There’s a reason.
“A place to rent.” She stands up straight, gaining a bit more confidence. Or at least giving off that impression. “I’m interested in renting this place and wanted to catch you before someone else does. So, whether you like it or not… here I am.”
I turn away and go back to installing the new floor. She’s wasting not only her time but mine too. “You’re too late. There’s about five other women interested. You can go now.”
I expected her to leave, so I’m surprised when I hear the clicking of her heels as she walks toward me. “I need this place before I end up making one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and I’m not leaving until you give me a damn chance to apply for it.”
Dropping the tapping block and mallet, I look up to her now standing right beside me. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she seems set on her decision to stay against my direct order. Judging by the red stain on the front of her blouse and her messy hair, my guess is she’s had a bit too much wine and is feeling brave. So, I might as well humor her in hopes it will get her out of here faster. “What’s the mistake and I’ll consider it? Maybe.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, as if trying to keep it together, before opening them, and then speaks. “Not that it’s any of your business, but giving my cheating ex a second chance to hurt me. Like I said, I need this place. All I’m asking is that you consider me. Give me a shot just like everyone else. I promise to be a good tenant, and I don’t have any pets or plan to throw any wild parties. It’ll just be… me.”
Her voice cracks on the last word, and that’s all it takes for the guilt to sink in enough to pretend to give her a chance. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give her a little hope. “How do you earn income? I have a process. I don’t just rent to any-damn-body.”
“I’m a teacher at the local elementary school.”
Well damn… since when do teachers look like that?
“How long have you been employed there?”
She drops her arms at her sides and takes a step back when I stand a little too close to her. “Um…” She swallows and pulls her eyes away from my lips. “Five years. I’m good for the payments and I’m extremely responsible. Some would even say too responsible.”
“And what if you change your mind and decide you want your ex back?” I move in closer, causing her to swallow again as I look down at her. “What then?”
“I won’t be changing my mind. That’s the whole point of me wanting this place.” She sounds unsure, so I question her further.
“How can you be so sure?”
It takes her a few seconds to respond as her gaze lowers to the tattoos on my chest. “Because…” She turns and walks away, stopping once she reaches the door. “I work with him and the bitch he cheated on me with. Seeing them both every day will be a reminder of how he fucked me over and ripped my heart out. He broke my trust, and I’ll never be able to move past that. Having a place next to my best friend is exactly what I need to stay strong. I won’t change my mind if I get this house. It’s a promise.”
Her vulgar words have my dick slightly hardening. A hot teacher with a dirty-as-fuck mouth is too much for me to handle right now when all I want is to be alone. This has gone on too long. I’m about to tell her just that when her phone rings from inside her back pocket.
“You gonna get that?” I question when she doesn’t make a move to reach for it.
“Don’t, Cami!” Veronica Michaels, the girl I rent out the house next door to, rushes through the door and offers me an awkward smile and an apology, before turning to her friend. “Ignore that, and maybe it’s best if we go back to my place and have another glass of wine, or three. I’m sure Jensen is too busy for this right now. Let’s stick to wine drinking, yeah?”
I cross my arms and shake my head when Cami grabs her phone from her pocket and hovers her finger over the screen, as if considering hitting the green button. “It’s him. What do I do?”
Not make him think you give a shit…
A look of horror crosses Cami’s face when I grab the phone from her hand and answer it.
“Cami is fucking busy. How can I help you?” I question, sounding out of breath to give off the impression that we’re in the middle of sex. “Make it quick, asshole.”
“Wait… what?” a male voice says, cautiously. “Did I hit the wrong…” His voice trails off, as he most likely pulls the phone away to see if he dialed the wrong person. “This is a joke, right? Put Cami on the phone. Who is this?”
“She can’t talk right now. Her face is smashed into the pillow I’ve been making her scream into for the last twenty minutes.” I hit the end button and hand the phone back to a wide-eyed Cami.
“Oh, my God. No.” She looks down at her phone, as if she doesn’t know what to do with it. “I can’t believe you just did that. What kind of girl do you think I am? He’s going to think I’m a reckless, heartbroken mess that ran off and slept with the first guy I found. Why did you do that?”
“Good.” I move in until there’s only about an inch left between us. “At least now you won’t be the only one hurting. You should be thanking me, and by that I mean leaving so I can get some shit done.”
“Wow.” She shakes her head and pushes on my chest as if me being so close disgusts her. That would be a first when it comes to women. “You really are an asshole, aren’t you? Is this how you treat all of your potential tenants?”
“No. In case you fucking forgot…” I reach into my pocket for a much-needed smoke. I’m way too much in my head right now. “You’re just some random woman that barged into my place and started demanding that I let you move in. It’s pretty obvious you don’t know the meaning of the word no. Now, if you don’t mind…”
I push past her and Veronica and make my way outside. I need some fresh fucking air and two cigarettes after dealing with this woman.
What’s most infuriating about this damn situation is that she has me so pissed off all I want to do is bury her face into that pillow I mentioned and actually fuck her for real; good and hard, to punish her.
I lean against the porch railing and take a long drag, watching as Cami and her friend step outside and look at me.
They both watch, not saying anything as I slowly exhale the smoke, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
“Come on, Cami.” Veronica loops her arm through Cami�
��s and begins guiding her back next door. “I’ve got plenty more wine, honey. Let’s drink that shit up and forget about Douglas.”
I chuckle over his name. What a fucking douche.
“You find something to be funny?” Cami snaps in my direction.
“Yeah, I do…” I take another drag and slowly exhale, before continuing. “Even his name makes him sound like he’s a loser. Good thing you got out when you did.”
I go to take another drag, but before I can see what’s coming, Cami is in front of me, snatching the cigarette from my lips.
Looking me in the eyes, she throws the cigarette down and smashes it with the front of her high heel. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t want an asshole like you for a landlord anyway. Not if it involves having to see or talk to you every month to pay rent. You can kiss my ass.”
“Gladly,” I mumble as she turns to walk away. “It’ll probably be better action than anything Douglas has ever given you. You have no idea how good I can kiss an ass.”
She gives me the middle finger and continues to walk away, stomping her pretty little feet all the way back over to her friend’s house.
I may be an asshole, but I never pretend to be anything else. It’s exactly why women want me for sex and nothing more. But I have a feeling Cami won’t be wanting me for anything after tonight.
Good. Less for me to deal with. I have enough shit on my plate without adding worrying about a heartbroken teacher that makes my dick jump whenever she opens her sassy mouth.
After I watch them disappear inside, I light up a second cigarette and take my time smoking it, before going back inside to work the night away.
This time I lock the door and grab a beer. I don’t want any more distractions tonight. I just want to get lost in work and forget about everything else.
LAST NIGHT WAS ROUGH, AND waking up this morning is a sad reminder of just how brutal it was. I’m not certain how late Veronica and I were up drinking, but I know it was late enough to do some damage, because…
“It hurts… It hurts so much.” I sit up slowly and grab my head, squeezing my eyes shut as it throbs against my hands.
Apparently, drinking three bottles of wine and then digging through the fridge for any form of alcohol we could find to finish the night off was a horrible idea.
I feel it physically. I’m feeling it so hard, and it sucks tremendously. Keeping my eyes squeezed shut, I blindly feel around the bed for my phone. After leaving from next door yesterday, Veronica made sure to put my phone on silent to ensure I’d ignore Douglas’ calls and messages for the rest of the night.
Since the asshole next door took it upon himself to answer my phone without permission and give the impression I was having sex with some stranger, it was ringing off the hook all night.
I was tempted on more than one occasion to pick up and tell Douglas the truth. That I’m not sleeping with another guy after getting my heart stomped on by him. I wanted to tell him I’m hurting, even though I’ll do everything in my power to pretend that I’m not.
And the fact that Douglas never showed up here last night looking for me tells me he believed the asshole landlord’s lie. He believed that some insanely hot guy was fucking me from behind, while shoving my face into a pillow.
Okay, so Douglas doesn’t know he is hot, but damn him, he is. So damn hot, and it only makes me hate him more. Landlords are not supposed to look like that. They should be creepy, unattractive bastards that sit around waiting on the rent money while hiring out to do the hard work. A tenant isn’t supposed to picture her landlord giving it to her hard in every room of the house.
And to top it off, the asshole refuses to even rent me the house. So, it’s not even my landlord I’ve been fantasizing about since walking away last night.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot that little detail. Not only am I brokenhearted because of Douglas, but I’m also sexually frustrated because of some stranger. As much as I hate to admit it, he was right last night when he said Douglas wasn’t big on the action part. But hey, I learned to live with it, because that’s what you do when you love someone unconditionally.
Cautiously opening my eyes, I squint down at my phone to see a bunch of missed calls and texts from Douglas.
“Oh wow…” I open his texts and begin scrolling through them, but before I get too far, Veronica practically dives into the bed and knocks my phone from my hand, saving me from the heartache and empty promises.
“Don’t do it, Cami!” She grunts and squeezes her eyes shut, as if she’s in just as much physical pain as I am at the moment. “Nothing he can say will change the fact that he’s been cheating on you. Reading his messages will only give you hope where there is none. He’s a liar and doesn’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“I’m not going to forgive him, Veronica. The picture in my phone is to make sure that doesn’t happen. I’ll keep it there as long as I have to, and if I feel myself slipping then I’ll pull it up and force myself to look at it. Hell, I’ll even print it out if I have to. Don’t worry.”
The thought of seeing his lips locked with hers makes me sick. But that’s the whole point of having it, I suppose.
We both look up when Peter appears in the doorway with a grin on his face. He looks clean and showered, as if he’s been up for hours. “You ladies look lovely this afternoon.” He crosses his arms and looks us over. If I look anything like Veronica then we both look like a hot mess. “I see you guys found my six pack of beer. I hope you ladies enjoyed it.”
“We did…” I groan. “I mean, I think we did. We were already pretty wasted by then. Thank you, Peter.”
“Yeah. Thanks, honey.” Veronica rolls over and smashes her face into the bed, before struggling to look up at her husband. “Can you bring us some water and painkillers? Pleeeease. Whatever you can find will work.”
“Sure, babe. Anything for my ladies.” He walks over and kisses Veronica on the forehead, before laughing and walking away. It’s not very often he gets to see us hungover. It’s usually the other way around, and both Veronica and I always have a good time laughing at his expense.
“He’s really enjoying this, isn’t he?”
She nods. “Uh huh. Very much, and I hate it.”
Peter comes back a few minutes later with some pills and water, offering to run to my place to grab a few things.
It’s best if I don’t see Douglas for a while, so I agreed to let Peter grab the things he thinks I might need that wasn’t packed in the small suitcase of clothes I brought.
It’s a struggle, but after a while I force myself out of Veronica’s guest bed and make my way to the bathroom to shower. I stand under the water for a while, thinking about Douglas and Susan, wondering how long he’s been fucking her behind my back. The more I try and figure it out, the angrier and more determined I become to get as far away from him as possible.
I tried convincing Douglas to move closer to the school just a few months ago and finding a decent place to rent was nearly impossible. The houses that were available were dumps no one wants to bother fixing up or were too small.
There’s got to be something I can do to convince Jensen to give me a shot. I can’t and won’t move back to Douglas’ hometown.
I refuse to.
My newfound motivation has me rushing through the rest of my shower and quickly throwing on some clothes, not even bothering to brush my hair or do my makeup.
“Whoa. Where are you storming off to?” Veronica watches me from the stove as I walk past her through the kitchen.
“How often is the landlord next door?”
She gives me an ‘oh shit’ look and drops the spatula she’s flipping pancakes with. “Almost everyday now. Why? What are you going to do now?”
“What time?”
“Cami?”
“What time?” I push.
She exhales and reaches for the spatula to flip the pancakes. “It’s the weekend, so probably around one or two.”
My phone is still on the floor
in the bedroom where Veronica knocked it, so I search the kitchen for a clock. When I don’t see one, I rush into the living room to check the cable box. My heart speeds up when I see that it’s just past two. “I’ll be back. You can stay here this time if you’re scared.”
“Oh, I’m scared all right. He may be hot. Unnaturally hot, but he’s just as much of an asshole, and I don’t want to get kicked out. Good luck, honey.”
“Thanks,” I mutter. “I’ll need it.”
I take a few deep breaths and slowly release them, before I make my way outside and look next door.
There’s a motorcycle parked out front instead of the huge black truck I saw there last night. I hope he didn’t send someone else to work on the place today so he could take the day off.
I won’t know if I don’t try.
“Here goes nothing.”
Walking barefoot through the grass, I make my way to the side of the house to peek into one of the windows to see if he’s even there.
Yes, I’m aware I look like a creeper right now, but unlike last night, I don’t have any alcohol in my bloodstream to just burst through the door again. I hope setting my eyes on the asshole first will anger me enough to give me the courage to give it to him hard, and I don’t mean sexually.
It’s not until I reach the window at the back of the house that I finally see him shirtless, covered in paint.
He’s looking around the room as if to see what’s left to be done, and for a split second, my heart stops when I think he notices me watching him. But when he places his hands against the wall and bows his head, I freeze, unable to turn away. Clearly, he’s thinking about something, and I can’t help but wonder what that something is.
He stays like that for a few moments, before taking one of his hands and sliding it down the front of his jeans.
My heart slams against my ribcage as he leans his head back and bites his bottom lip, before he begins running his palm over his dick.
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