Dirty Neighbor(8)

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Several of his guests had left, and Kasey was sitting beside him. Brant didn’t care for his regular fuck as his gaze was on the beautiful, sexy neighbor, currently playing pool with his brother. She was laid back, laughing at all of Sean’s jokes, and just being sexy as fuck. His need to draw her was getting stronger the more he looked at her.

“I never knew Sean was into older women,” Kasey said.

Brant turned toward her. Kasey was the same age as he was, but Elisha was younger than both of them, by a couple of years. Sure, his neighbor was older than Sean, but from the tone of Kasey’s voice, she didn’t like being ignored. Sean didn’t give Kasey any attention, and often treated her with disdain.

Brant fucked Kasey, and it wasn’t up to him for his family to like her or not. His brother didn’t approve of his relationship with Kasey. As far as he was concerned, Kasey was an easy fuck, and that was all.

“You got a problem with Elisha?” he asked.

“She’s all over him. It’s sad really. She should stay to her kind of people.” Kasey was shooting evil glares toward his neighbor.

“Her people? What the fuck people are you talking about?” Kasey was starting to grate on his nerves. This was his damn party, the first one with Elisha, and he’d found it to be the most fun. He’d not touched any alcohol, and to enjoy his own parties, he needed alcohol to get through them.

“You know, fat people. They’re not like us. They’re not hot, and they need to go to an all you can eat buffet.”

Brant was disgusted, and looking at Kasey now, he had to wonder what he even saw in her to fuck her. She was a nasty piece of work, and not a person he wanted to get to know.

“I want you out of my house.”

He stood, making his way into his kitchen. Kasey had taken his relaxed mood and angered him. She followed him.

“Excuse me.”

“You’re no longer invited. Get out of my house.” He spun around and faced her.

Kasey laughed. “You’re joking. We both know I’m the best kind of woman to take care of that need of yours.” She moved toward him, and looked like she was about to reach out and touch him. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from touching him.

“I don’t want your hands on my body. You’re a slut, but I thought you were a pretty decent person. Now, you’re just a bitch and a slut.” He kept hold of her wrist as he moved her toward the front door.

“You’re hurting me.”

He opened the door and shoved her out of it. “Don’t even bother coming back. Take your skanky ass and get the fuck out of my house.”

“Fine. You think you can do better than me, go ahead, give it a go. I’m the best you’re ever going to get.” She flicked her hair and spun on her heel. He was so angry that he was shaking with it.

“What happened there?” Sean asked.

Brant faced his brother, who was holding a beer in one hand and a soda in another.

“Let’s just say that Kasey made her thoughts about Elisha known, and I didn’t like them.”

“I always told you she was a bitch, but you never actually believed me.”

“I believe you now. She was just so fucking easy, and I didn’t have to work at fucking her.”

“Do I want to know what she said to change your mind?”

Brant looked around to make sure Elisha wasn’t around. “She told me Elisha wasn’t supposed to be here, and she should go be with her own kind of people.”

“Her own kind of people?” Sean asked, looking confused.

“Fat people.”

Sean’s mouth dropped open. “What? Seriously?”

“I’m not making this shit up.”

His brother just laughed. “She clearly doesn’t know what a real woman looks like. Fucking bitch. I told you she was bad news.”

“That you did.”

“Come on, Elisha’s kicking my ass.” Sean made his way back to the pool table, and when he entered the room, he saw Elisha looking at the artwork on his walls. He’d done most of the art as it was his entire life.

“Hey, babe,” Sean said.

“This work is fantastic. Where did you buy it?”

“I own a studio downtown where I display multiple artworks.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” Brant didn’t want to tell her right away that he was an artist.

“Can I buy some? I’d love to have something like this on my wall.” She pointed at one of the setting sun.

“I’ll be in the office Monday. You can come by then.” He wanted to see what she thought of his work.

“Do you want me to be in the office on Monday?” Sean asked.