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Bully Next Door
Author: Sam Crescent

 


Chapter One

 

 

Since when did Verity Hill become fucking gorgeous?

Since when did he become a stalker? Checking out his neighbor in the backyard as she weeded her rose bushes? He’d never done anything like this before. Hector Carter never stalked. He never needed to. Women were always falling all over themselves to get close to him. This wasn’t the kind of man he was. Certainly not for a woman who threw a drink on him the first day they moved next door together.

But here he stood in his back bedroom, which he’d turned into an office, staring at the woman he’d once bullied throughout high school. This was his punishment. The geeky, awkward girl he remembered from way back then was nowhere to be found. Instead, she was a curvy-as-fuck, beautiful, raven-haired siren, and she had him gawking out of bedroom windows just to get a look.

Even now dressed to work in the yard, those full tits of hers were on display. The depth of her cleavage alone made his mouth water. He’d always been a tits man. Ever since he knew what breasts were, he’d loved them.

Verity.

Damn it.

This wasn’t fair.

He came to this fucking house in a small town to get away from all kinds of stress. Not to have more added to it. Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear his thoughts, but all his dick wanted to do was go out to her, strip her naked, and fuck her.

This was punishment.

“You do realize you’ve groaned at me three times in the space of five minutes,” his business partner and best friend Sean Logan said.

“Look, when did she get so gorgeous?”

“Verity was always gorgeous. She was nice as well,” Sean said.

He’d called Sean the instant he’d gotten a drink thrown at him. Of course, Sean would remember her. His friend knew a great deal about the beauty. She had gone to culinary school for a couple of months until she dropped out, traveled around Europe with her mother, and in the process of doing so, built up a strong social media following with her cooking and traveling. Her audience adored her. From what Sean told him, Verity had taken a break to work on her first cookbook. From time to time, she still posted videos of her cooking, but not as many as she once did.

He couldn’t believe how amazing she was.

There had been many nights when he watched through some of her videos, laughing along with her. She knew how to engage. As the years had passed, her confidence had grown. In the beginning, she always hid behind oversized shirts and pants. Overnight, it was like the woman found herself, and now they lived next door to each other.

Verity lifted up, put her hand to the base of her back, and wiped the sweat from her brow. It was boiling out.

He wouldn’t be doing any yard work. It was what he paid people to do, but one look at Verity and he might be willing to offer his services to do all of her work.

“Nah, sorry, I don’t see it.”

“Dude, you wouldn’t have seen it. Back then, all you cared about was the easy lay. You and I both know that. You didn’t even talk to me back in high school, remember? Not when anyone was looking.”

Hector groaned. “Don’t remind me what a dick I was.” He hated that about himself. He’d succumbed to peer pressure. Since they were kids, he and Sean were neighbors. They were the best of friends. He’d become athletic while Sean had been more the books and computers. Not once had he ever bullied Sean. They just had an agreement. Neither of them talked in school.

“Hey, I was just as much a dick, remember? I didn’t want you talking to me either. I’d have gotten a bad rep and all that,” Sean said.

He sighed. “So, what’s new?”

“What’s new is you’ve got to rest. We can wait for you, man. We’ve got plenty to keep us going. I don’t want you … well, you know.”

“Dying on you.”

“Don’t say it, man. If there is anything, I will come to you straight away, but we’ve got this. We’re a team.”

“Thanks,” Hector said.

“Do that meditation stuff. Read a book. Watch some movies. Just … relax.”

“Will do.”

They said their goodbyes, and Hector looked out of the window to see Verity already clearing away. Her garden looked perfect. She spent a lot of time outside. He’d seen her sitting there, legs crossed, looking through notebooks and what appeared to be folders as well.

He had to stop stalking. It was creepy. This wasn’t how he intended to spend his vacation.

Moving away from the window, he tossed his cell phone onto the bed and made his way downstairs. Before he realized what he was doing, he was out of his front door and knocking on Verity’s.

What the fuck are you doing?

He shoved his hands in his pockets. There was no way he’d be able to take off right now. That shit was for kids, and he wasn’t a child anymore.

Seconds passed, and when he thought he’d given it a shot and she clearly hadn’t heard, the door opened. She had a towel in her hand, rubbing at her damp hair.

“Hector,” she said.

He loved her voice. It was rough, husky, and it made his dick ache. That was new.

“So, er, the way I figure it is that we need to learn to get along. It’s a coincidence that we’re living next door to one another and all that, but, how about I cook you dinner?” he asked. “I want us to make this … hospitable.”

She stared at him, lips pursed. “You’re right. I don’t want to be worried about our paths crossing like I did back in high school. Dinner tonight.”

“Great, I’ll cook some st … tofu,” he said.

Verity chuckled. “You watched me?”

“Er, yeah, I saw that you’d gone vegan. You tried it for the month and then stuck at it, right?”

She smiled, and he was completely blown away. Verity hadn’t smiled at him once since they’d moved in next door to each other a few weeks ago.

“Truce?” he asked, holding his hand out for her to take.

She hesitated and then nodded. “Fine. Truce.” She put her hand within his, and Hector didn’t know if she felt it, but he certainly did. It was like a spark shook through his palm, going up his body. She pulled away first.

“Seven, tonight, my place,” he said, pointing at his front door, and wanting to wince at how cheesy he sounded. He wasn’t this kind of guy.

“See you then, Hector.” She closed her door, and he didn’t move for several seconds.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fucking fuck.

He didn’t have the first clue how to cook. This was a disaster.

Hector ran back into his house. The best he knew to do was takeout. Why did he have to ask her for dinner at his place? He could have quite easily asked her out to dinner to a restaurant.

This was going to be bad.

So very bad.

He grabbed his phone from the bed, pulled up the internet search, found her website, and typed in tofu. A long list of dishes loaded, and he picked the first. There was a list of ingredients, which made his life so much easier.

“Thank you for the net,” he said, going back downstairs, grabbing his car keys, and heading out. Within seconds, he was in his car, on the road toward the supermarket. A shop he hadn’t been inside since he was a teenager and helped his mom out from time to time.

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