Loving My Neighbor(4)
“Um…actually, I have to go.”
Before I can stop her, she rushes back to her white MKX. Fuck me, my bunny is my new neighbor. Now I regret not looking at their place every time I passed it by. I would chase after her, but it’s a little more than a few weeks before Christmas and about three feet of snow fell two days ago. At least, I know where to find her. I’d go to bed early, but I’m too excited to sleep, like a kid anxious for Christmas morning. I’m almost jumping up and down with excitement, but before I head to the sofa, I need to call Ernie. I want all the details she can give me on the family living down the hill and who the fuck the man is that came here the other day.
“Ernie, my dear,” I say charmingly into the phone.
“This is John.” My eyes open wide. My Uncle John’s answering my housekeeper’s phone.
“Well, well, well. So that’s how it is?” A big-ass grin and laugh coat my question.
“Yes, it is Junior. You know damn well she hates when you call her that.” Secretly, I think she loves it.
“How long has this been going on?” I ask. They met when I first moved in, but they were at each other’s throats.
“None of your business, boy. Just know that you’re going to have to find another housekeeper or a maid.”
“Congrats, Uncle. Just so you know I might not have a need for a maid, but a wife is a different story,” I remark, feeling overly cheerful.
“Well, have at it, man!” He laughed happily on the other end.
“I would if you’d pass the phone to Ernestine.”
“If that’s what it takes then…fine.”
He hands the phone over to Ernie who asks, “So what do you want, Bert?”
“Who lives with my new neighbor?”
“His wife and kids.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. That bastard has what should be mine.
“Thank you, Ernestine.” I hit the end button because I can’t believe that she’s married. Collapsing on the sofa, I lay there lost in thought. Jealousy and pain enter into my heart. “I can’t believe that this is happening,” I moan out to myself and the empty house. My feelings are a waste. I get up and grab a bottle of Vodka, pop it open and drink straight. Drinking isn’t something I do. I usually keep liquor around for poker night, but I just can’t deal with the news that she belongs to someone else. I don’t understand the emotions I am having for a stranger. I call my assistant and tell her that I won’t be in tomorrow morning and will be working from home. It’s a first for me, but I won’t be able to handle the massive hangover I intend to have and work all day with people when I feel like shit, especially my assistant.
Chapter 2
I lost a day, and I know it’s because I drank enough to kill a horse. It didn’t help get her out of my head, but I have to move on. I forgot to tell Duke to cancel the search, but I’ll get on that later in the office. I’m driving on the same stretch of road on the way to work, and unfortunately, I’m stuck in traffic that happens to be right before the intersection where I saw her for the first time. Every time I see a white SUV, I have to look. It’s never her, but even though I know it’s a lost cause I still look, and to my right, across the street is a white MKX. There she is. She’s carrying groceries in both hands. Suddenly, I’m glad that her SUV doesn’t come with a foot-activated liftgate.
Just as I’m about to jump out of my truck, Bobby Cole goes to assist her. He’s the local deputy sheriff, but that’s all I really know about him because I don’t know shit about most of the townspeople.
I snarl to myself, jealousy filling me up as he opens the hatch. It’s an emotion that has become the norm the last few days and I’m not happy or comfortable with it. She’s married, and I’ve got more feelings for her than I had for my parents or my uncle. It’s beyond nuts, so I’m going to ignore it. Lowering my window, I don’t stop staring at her. If anyone else is around and sees me, I probably look like a stalker, but fuck it, I can’t tear my eyes away.
She smiles up at Bobby, and I want to go over there and beat his ass. Her smile immediately catches my dick’s attention, and he needs to make an introduction. He hasn’t shown interest in pussy for so long I can’t even remember. Knowing it’s wrong doesn’t seem to dissuade me.
I know if I stop at the store I’ll be late, something I haven’t been in almost six years, but I’m willing to do it just to meet her. She’s perfect and I hate the man that she’s married to, for no other reason than she belongs to him. Even thinking those thoughts infuriates me. I want her to be mine and that scares me. Am I willing to break up a family just to possess her? What kind of man have I become?