Filthy Rich, Wild with Lust

Chapter 10

You thought wrong.

“Is critiquing elite athletes a hobby for you?” I puff. Please drive away. I’m about to go into cardiac arrest.

“Only the clumsy ones.” He smirks.

How could a smirk be gorgeous?

Get a grip, Juliet.

He’s a jerk.

“On your way, then.” I try not to puff.

Dying... no air.

His car stays slow with me. “Am I annoying you?”

Drive away, motherfucker!

“Yes, and you’re very good at it,” I puff. “Go and do whatever it is that you do.”

He smiles as if his mission has been accomplished. “Have a good day.” He drives off, and I watch his fancy car as it disappears around the corner. I stop and put my hands on my knees while I gasp for air.

Maybe he’s being nice to me because he feels sorry for me because of my pajamas.

I get a vision of myself in Minnie Mouse underwear and what he must think of me, and I pant in disgust.

“Keep running, bitch.”

Everyone wearing white at a bachelorette party.

What next, a black wedding?

I step back to look at myself in the full-length mirror. “Hmm.”

I turn and look at my behind. This dress is a lot shorter than I would usually wear.

My minidress is fitted and strapless, and I’m wearing nude stilettos with a clutch in the same color. I’m fake tanned, my blonde hair is down and full, and my makeup is trying to be sexy.

“Not bad.”

I’m going to let my hair down tonight, have fun with the girls, maybe dance with someone to take my mind off everything. And by everything, I mean my out-of-bounds t**t-face next-door neighbor Henley James.

That damn man is distracting.

I’ve been in my house for over two weeks now, and instead of painting and planning my renovations, all I’m doing is plotting and spying... on him.

It’s counterproductive and getting really annoying.

I get Barry’s huge bone out of the fridge and take it out back. “This should keep you busy,” I tell him. He just looks up at me, completely uninterested in my gift.

“You eat it,” I tell him.

He ignores it.

I go to walk back inside, and he tries to follow me. “No, you be a good boy and amuse yourself tonight. Momma needs a night out.”

He immediately begins to bark and scratch on the door to be let in.

“No,” I tell him.

“Woof, woof, woof,” he carries on.

“Seriously.” I glance at my watch. “I have to go.” I walk away from the back door. Maybe if he can’t see me, he’ll calm down. He’s quite happy to stay outside if I’m home.

I reapply my lipstick to the sound of him barking in the distance.

Fuck’s sake.

I don’t want Henley to go postal again.

“Barry, stop it.”

Henley

I hold the cards in my hand and take a drag of my cigar. My eyes flick around the table.

Poker night.

And I am kicking their asses.

Blake puts down a stack of chips. “I’ll raise you fifty.”

I narrow my eyes. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Looks like you boys are making another deposit into the bank of Henley James.” I smirk.

Blake holds the cigar between his teeth as he looks through his hand. “That bank is f*****g corrupted.” He throws his cards down.

I chuckle. “What about you, soft c**k?” I ask Ant.

“f**k off,” Bennet mutters, deep in concentration, a pen strategically placed behind his ear. “Hold.”

“Full house.” I smirk as I lay the cards down.

The table erupts. “f**k off,” they all cry. “You are one hundred percent cheating.”

I laugh as I begin to shuffle the cards.

A knock sounds at the door.

“That’s the pizza,” I say. We all throw twenty dollars onto the table, and Blake goes to answer the door.

“Who wants to double the stakes?” I smirk as I look around the table.

“Triple them,” Antony says.

I laugh as I lean back on my chair. “Begging to be bent over again, I see.”

“Well, hello there,” we hear Blake say in his trying-to-be sexy voice. “Who are you?”

“Is Henley home?” I hear Juliet’s voice, and I glance up to see her dressed in white and looking like Aphrodite herself.

Next minute I’m standing at the door. “Juliet.” My eyes drop down her tanned and muscular legs, and I imagine them around my ears.

I feel myself twinge with arousal.

Hmm.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she says.

Suddenly all the boys are standing behind me, waiting to be introduced.

Fuck off.

“Hi, I’m Bennet.” He steps forward and shakes her hand. “It is great to meet you.”

I stare at him deadpan. Don’t even think about it.

“Hello.” She smiles. “I’m Juliet.” She points to her house with her thumb. “I just moved in next door.”

“That’s great,” Antony says in an overexaggerated way. “We are neighbors. Excellent.”

I give him a swift elbow to the ribs.

“I’m Blake.” He shakes her hand and turns her so that her back is facing me. “You look fabulous, by the way. White really sets off your eyes.”

“Oh...,” she says, embarrassed. “Thanks, I guess.”

I step behind her and slice my finger across my throat at him.

“Juliet, come inside and play cards with us.”

“She’s here to see me,” I snap. At least she better be. I lead her down my front steps and away from the animals in the zoo.

“So sorry to barge in,” she says.

“No problem.” I concentrate on keeping my eyes on her face. I remember those great t**s.

They bounce...

“I’m heading out tonight, and I just wanted to warn you that I have a problem with Barry,” she replies.

“Who’s Barry?”

“My dog. You know, the one you hate.”

I screw up my face. “You named your dog Barry?”

“He came with the name. Anyway, I have a date tonight, and...”

She’s going on a date... looking like that?

Owoooooooooooo. The dog howls from next door, and I instantly feel my hackles rise.

“Has there ever been a worse sound than that?” I ask her.

“He just doesn’t like me going out.”

That makes two of us.

“I’m not babysitting for you. I can’t help it if your dog is a wimp, Juliet. What were you thinking getting a mutt named Barry, anyway?”

“I know... but”—she hunches her shoulders up and tries to be cute—“if you could just—” She holds out a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

“Call the pound to come and take it back?” I reply dryly.

“No,” she snaps. “He will calm down when I leave. I’m sure of it.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“Call me and I’ll come home.”

Owoooooooooooo cries the wimpy dog over the fence.

Hmm... I take the paper from her. “You better come straight home if I call because I am not listening to that carry on all night.”

“You won’t even hear him; you’re playing cards with your friends.”

“I’ll be bored of them soon.”

“f**k off,” I hear the chorus of them all yell inside, and I roll my eyes. Of course they’re listening.

“So, if he doesn’t calm down, you’ll call me?”

“This is a major inconvenience.”

“Please?” She does a jig on the spot.

I exhale heavily. “I guess I’ll have to. I don’t want the entire street disrupted.”

“Thanks.”

My eyes hold hers. “Have a good night.”

Not too good.

“You too.”

A car pulls up. “That’s my Uber. See you later. Thanks.” She turns and walks away, and I watch her sexy little ass wiggle as she walks.

Hmm...

Infuriating.

I walk back inside to find the boys all standing at the window, peering out through the curtains at her.

“Holy f**k, she’s hot,” Blake gasps. “Like real f*****g hot.”

“Eyes off,” I snap as I sit back down at the card table.

“What does she do?” Bennet asks.

“She’s a nurse.”

“A nurse,” Bennet gasps. “Oh f**k, she can give me a sponge bath anytime.”

“There isn’t enough soap for your dirty d**k,” I mutter as I shuffle the cards.

“What hospital?” Blake asks. “I’ve never seen her before.”

“I’m not sure.”

“The bank of Juliet is getting a deposit from me very soon,” Bennet says.

“Not happening.” I begin to deal the cards.

“Give me one good reason.”

“Because she doesn’t take deposits from the bank of tiny cock.”

They laugh.

“And besides.” I pick up my cards and rearrange them in my hand. “I already have an account open at the bank of Juliet.”

“What?” They all gasp. “You do not.”

I smile as I pick up my cigar.

“Details, we want the details.”

“A gentleman never tells.”

“True, but you’re not a gentleman.”

I smile as I stare at my cards. My mind wanders to the delectable Miss Drinkwater. “Double or nothing.”

Juliet

The music is loud, and I dance in a circle with the girls. I am tipsy, tipsier than tipsy. The cocktails are going down way too easy tonight, and I’m having the best time.

“Bathroom?” Leonie shouts.

I nod, and she grabs my hand and leads me through the club to the bathroom. I stumble in and sit down as the stall begins to spin. Oh man... no more for me.

I take out my phone and see a missed call.

“Whose number is this?” I call to Leonie in the stall next to me.

“Huh? What number?”

I click on the number, and it calls it back.

“Took your time,” a deep voice snaps.