How to Deal with a Grumpy Neighbor (How To Rom Com Book 10) by Casey London

Author:Casey, London [Casey, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B09KXZZ5HR
Goodreads: 59916267
Published: 2022-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Corey

My date was me finding a neighborhood bar, sitting in a corner, drinking two beers, watching some of the game, and then coming back home to shower. I had thought about jerking off in the shower just to get rid of some of the pent-up bullshit I felt, but I opted to skip that and just go to bed.

Somehow this was all Paige’s fault.

I had no idea what really came over me when I stormed into her apartment and made her dinner. A part of me wanted to be nice. A part of me wanted to be possessive of her. The thought of her getting hurt again or worse…

Meaning it’s all sexual. If she gets hurt and can’t use her other foot or her hand or hands… it makes perfect sense. What the hell do I really care about her foot or hand or whatever happened to her and why? Yeah, I get it, I have a shoulder injury. So maybe we relate on that subject, even if we didn’t talk about it. How the fuck did I know what to do with her messed up foot when I was going down on her? I understand what an injury feels like.

I barely slept, woke up a few minutes late thanks to a sunrise nap that overtook me, and everything else slowly fell apart for me as I tried to rush around and leave.

I knew when to quit trying though.

That meant I left the apartment tired, hungry, and in need of coffee. Or a beer.

The good thing about living in the city was that whatever you craved, it was usually a block away.

I didn’t see Paige either.

Not that I needed to see her. Or I intended to see her.

It was for the best because I didn’t need some bullshit conversation of her breaking my balls over a date that never actually happened.

Last thing I needed to do was dig myself into a deeper hole.

Want to know why I stormed out of your apartment, sweetheart? Simple. I cooked you a meal. It probably tasted bad. I’m not a fucking chef, okay? After that meal, I would have made you my meal. I would have commanded you what to do and how to do it. I would have made you come so hard, you’d cling to me and probably cry. Then I’d stake my claim and once I own that strong, firm ass of yours… we’d be in it too deep. Way too fucking deep, Paige. Got it?

My jaw tightened as I stood in line for coffee, my head racing with thoughts.

To my right, I caught a guy staring at me.

I looked and he pointed.

He did the slightly nervous approach only to play the name guessing game which ended with the realization that he was right and he did recognize me as a former professional baseball player.

One selfie later, the guy bought me my coffee.

It was awkward.

But it was a free coffee, so fuck it.

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