Taming the Playboy Billionaire Alpha Next Door

/Zoe/ Having to make a request to the Devil himself is an experience that cannot be compared to anything else. Since he is a student at the same university as I am and lives just next door to me, it should not be difficult for him to get a ride from the university to my place. If I had a car, I would gladly fulfil this request for my neighbour because it is reasonable and I would be happy to do it for him. I am the kind of person who would offer to provide the lift, in point of fact. This should not be difficult. In the present moment, however, it appears to be the most difficult assignment possible since he is the most difficult person imaginable. As I watch him laughing with a friend, I make an effort to ignore the sensation of fear that is tearing at my stomach. I have to put a lot of effort into getting myself ready to approach him. If it weren't pouring rain outside right now, I would gladly walk to him. He is the last person I want to ask for anything, and I would gladly walk to him. To be honest, I might even contemplate crawling as an alternative to this. While it's unfortunate that I don't have any money, at least the fact that I can't buy a car helps me stay in shape. This is the mantra that I tell myself each and every time I have to make my way home in the rain, with my long hair clinging to my back and my makeup dripping down my face. This appearance is not very appealing. I am willing to wager that if Henry gives his consent, it will be only for the purpose of rubbing it in my face at a later time. Without a doubt, he will act in that manner. I am going to be in his debt for the rest of my life, and he is not going to ask me to repay it. In all likelihood, he will be the one to leave me behind for the rest of my life. I will always look at him as my rescuer. Even now, I can see the arrogant smile on his face. Trying to dissuade myself from doing this. It is preferable to get wet of water. In the end, I am impervious to water. My attention is brought back to the here and now by his booming laughter. Those deep blue eyes that are surrounded by a band of stormy grey are really lovely, and they shine brightly whenever he grins. Having eyes like that belongs to a cretin like him is a terrible injustice that cannot be ignored. Despite the fact that I have been hating him for a very long time—since the first week of college—he is still on my mind far too frequently. I have no idea why he is such a source of pain for me. Maybe it's because he lives next door to me, and I have no way to get away from him. This could be due to the fact that he appears to make it his life's mission to make me feel like I am about two feet tall. Whatever the case may be, Henry Hart is a wicked person, and I abhor him with all my heart. I am aware of what you are considering. Additionally, his name is identical to that adorable little ghost's. After the film was released, who gave their child the name Henry? According to reports, his wealthy lawyer parents. that is not apparent whether they did that in order to foster a rough upbringing in him. In either case, they were off the mark in every manner. His demeanour is impolite. He is not a ghost at all. Perhaps a poltergeist might be... It's another joke that his surname is. To be honest, I'm not even sure he has a heart. Before I allow myself to admit that he is able to pull off his moniker, it will be a chilly day in hell. It is appropriate for him. It appeals to me. One that I will remember to the end of my life. I move closer to him, but then I instantly fix my mistake by moving to the side and coming dangerously close to colliding with a group of people who are heading in the direction of the exit. Whenever they make fun of me, I mutter, "I'm sorry." What exactly are you doing? Is the trouble that I'm going to have to go through truly worth it? One and only reason I'm thinking about asking him is because I don't want any of my books to become wet. When I end my shift at the library, I make sure to check out the new books that have returned. I have no doubt that there is a law that states one must never leave a bookstore or library without purchasing something. Perhaps Henry will not be such a dickhead about it. Since we haven't had much of a chance to talk to each other over the last week, he hasn't had much of a chance to get angry with... whatever it is about me that manages to irritate him to such a great degree. It would be a lot more intense if I knew what that was. Taking a deep breath, I wring my hands together. I'm going to inquire about it with him. His home is connected to mine in some way. When it comes to me, it's not like he would go out of his way to do something extra. Unfortunately, beginning in our second year of college, we were required to locate a place to live that was located off campus. The semi-detached house that I currently reside in is owned by the same individual who is making a lot of money by renting it out to students like myself. Over the course of the past year and a half, I have been living next door to Henry, along with his two housemates, Sam and Noah, who are both good guys. The situation is made even more difficult by the fact that Henry and I share a wall in our bedroom. Do you want to know how I came to know that? His name is being yelled out by a number of different ladies, but I am confused if it is during the c****x of their story or when they are being murdered. Both of these scenarios would not surprise me. I take another stride, feeling more courageous and possibly a little queasy, but I force myself to swallow that feeling and continue on. To hell with it, I'm just going to ask, and if he doesn't say yes, I'll sneak into his house and cut his beautiful, silky black hair while he's sleeping. Just kidding. Instantaneously, Henry takes note of me, as if he is keeping an eye out for me. His frigid eyes went through me like a laser beam, travelling up my body until they finally found their way to my face. If these were real lasers, I would be in a lot of trouble right now. Sorry about that. He exclaims, "Zoe, what an interesting look," while dipping his head in a manner that suggests he is a nefarious or evil villain. I'm going to die before I can declare that he is without a doubt the sexiest man I've ever came across. The powerful jaw line, the sharp cheekbones, and the toned body that he possesses are all very impressive. It is because of him that there is no God. A man who spends every second of his day consciously thinking about how to harm the lives of other people would not receive those looks from anyone. After I spilled coffee on my hoodie while I was working, I find myself wishing I had changed my clothes. A second time, Henry examines me, this time moving even more slowly. Even though we are sheltered by the canopy that connects the library and the gym, he is still getting soaked since the rain is reflecting off of the ground again and again. The car that he is driving is behind him, and he is carrying his gym bag over his shoulder now.