Filthy Rich, Wild with Lust

Chapter 12

“She told me all about you and how her boyfriend lives next door.”

“She did?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Did she?” I rub my car as I think of something to say. “So she told you this because... I’m guessing you asked her out?”

“I was going to.” He shrugs sadly. “But she told me about you and her first.”

I inwardly roll my eyes. Of course she did. Uses me as a scapegoat for rejecting this poor pathetic bastard.

This woman is the living end.

“I just want to make sure you know how special she is.” He shrugs.

“She’s definitely special, all right.” I smile through gritted teeth.

Especially f*****g annoying.

I widen my eyes as I keep drying the car.

Unbelievable.

“Look after her, hey?” he asks.

I fake a smile. “I will. Thanks for coming over. Nice to meet you, Warren.”

Go home, loser.

“Goodbye,” he says. I watch him walk back to Juliet’s house as smoke begins to steam from my ears.

I sit in the golf garden in the middle of the cul-de-sac while the boys play cards and have a few beers. I’m too angry to play.

“What’s up with you?” Blake asks.

“Nothing.” I sip my beer, distracted by the laughter coming from Juliet’s house.

What’s so f*****g funny in there, anyway?

“Please tell me you’ve nailed Juliet again?”

I roll my eyes. “No, I have not nailed Juliet again, because she is my neighbor. And everyone in the civilized world knows you do not give the bone to your neighbor.” I sip my beer, disgusted.

“I don’t see the problem; we all f****d our neighbors in college,” Bennet replies.

“It was a frat house,” I mutter dryly. “And we were completely out of control.”

“Well, if you’re not going to make a move...”

“Forget it,” I snap. “She’s off the table.”

“But if she isn’t on your table?”

“She isn’t on yours either.” I glare at him. “Last warning.”

“f*****g hell, calm down,” Blake scoffs. “What’s the issue with this girl, anyway?”

I screw up my face in disgust at this conversation. “Nothing.”

We sit for a few minutes in silence.

“I have a situation with her,” I eventually reply.

“Like what?”

“We’ve met before.”

“When?”

“We went on a date once.”

“And?”

“And she was the girl who f****d my brains out, and then I saw her with her fiancé two days later.”

Bennet’s eyes light up, “This is the girl?”

“You’re f*****g joking me.”

“Oh... she just got a lot hotter.” Blake smiles darkly. “I like them slutty. I especially like giving them what their boring partners can’t.” He pumps his hips. “Show them what they’re missing.”

I roll my eyes. “Or dodging the bullet.”

“No...,” Bennet scoffs. “That can’t be her. Juliet is all sweet and innocent.”

“Is she really, though?” I narrow my eyes. “That’s the million-dollar question.”

“Happy to find out for you.” Bennet winks. “Do some market research.”

“f**k. Off,” I spit. “I’m going to knock you out in a minute.”

Bennet frowns. “I’m confused. What’s the problem? So she lives next door, so what?”

“The problem is,” I whisper angrily, “that I don’t want her but I can’t stop thinking about her, and Vanessa came over this weekend, and I couldn’t get the f*****g job done. Ended up telling her I had a migraine.”

They both frown.

“And Juliet the pain in my neck lives next door to me, and I have to look at her sexy little ass run up and down my street and listen to her dumb dog bark all f*****g day, and all I want to do is bend her over my car and give her what for.”

I drag my hand down my face in disgust.

“Hmm.” We fall silent.

“And now it gets worse. Her dumb friend just came over and warned me to look after her, seeing we are dating now.”

“Huh?”

“She lied to him and told him I was her boyfriend so she didn’t have to go out with him. This woman is a manipulative, venomous, cheating witch.”

“Who you should totally fuck.”

“Exactly.” I sip my beer.

“So what are you going to do?” Bennet asks.

I think for a moment. “The only thing I can do.”

“Which is?”

I sip my beer. “I’m going to teach her a lesson.”

“With your d**k?”

“Not with my d**k,” I scoff in disgust.

A roar of laughter comes from Juliet’s house, and I look in as a new plan rolls around in my head. “Maybe Juliet’s boyfriend should crash her party.”

“You wouldn’t.”

I smirk. “Watch me.”

Juliet

It’s just getting dark, and my visitors are making themselves at home. Some are in the backyard playing with Barry. Some are on the front veranda. Hopefully all are leaving soon.

I’m in the kitchen making tea when the front door opens. “Where’s my girl?” a deep voice calls out.

Huh?

I peek around the corner and see Henley standing in my living area. The room falls instantly silent as everyone stares at the god.

What’s happening right now?

“Just had a good old chat with Warren.” He winks sarcastically.

Oh no.

He walks into the kitchen and takes me roughly into his arms in front of everyone. “Thought I’d better come over and see how my girlfriend’s doing.”

Aah!

He bends me over backward in a dramatic fashion and looks down at me.

“It’s so good to see you, sweetheart,” he sneers.

My eyes widen at his sarcastic tone, the hatred for me dripping from his every pore.

Dear god.

“Henley,” I gasp. “What are you—”

He cuts me off with a kiss. His lips linger over mine, and then he nips me with his teeth before pulling me back up to my feet.

Leonie’s and Chloe’s mouths drop open. They’re as shocked as I am. They know we aren’t really dating.

Oh hell. The blood drains from my face. He’s here to ruin my life. There can be no other reason.

This is bad.

I fake a smile. “Honey, what are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t keep away.” He grabs a handful of my behind aggressively, and I jump.

My life is over.

“Where have you been keeping him?” Gisele smiles as she looks him up and down.

“Tied to the bed.” Henley winks, and the undertone of animosity is crystal clear. “She’s a real nympho, this one.”

Kill me. Kill me right now.

“Can we...” I smile at my work friends all watching us. “Excuse us for a moment.” I grab Henley’s hand and pull him into my laundry room and shut the door behind us. “What the f**k are you doing?” I whisper angrily.

“What the f**k are you doing?” he whispers right back. “If you think you can use me as a scapegoat to dodge your loser friend, you can think again,” he growls. “I have never been so infuriated.”

“Keep your voice down,” I whisper. “The girls made up the story, not me.”

“Bullshit,” he spits. “You lied to him about having a boyfriend, and I will not stand for it.”

“So go home,” I spit. “I didn’t ask you to come here.”

“And I didn’t ask to be a victim of your lies. Tell me the truth or else.”

“Or else what?” I fume.

“Or else I’ll f**k you on the table in front of your guests.”

“What?” I explode. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

Although...

He grabs me by my two arms. “You’re a liar.”

“Don’t touch me.” I struggle to get out of his grip. “You sleazebag.”

“Coming from you, that’s laughable.”

“How dare you.”

“Oh, I dare, all right. I’m going out there to tell everyone what you’re really like. f*****g me while you were engaged to another man. You couldn’t lie straight in bed.”

“Don’t.” I panic as I grab his two hands in mine. “You can’t,” I beg. “I know I lied to Warren, and he’ll be upset. Please don’t hurt his feelings to get back at me.”

He narrows his eyes.

“Please.” I put my hands in a praying gesture. “Just pretend to like me for ten minutes, and then you can go home and never speak to me again.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“What does that mean?” I whisper.

Without another word he storms out. My heart is thumping hard in my chest. I can’t believe this. Why the hell would Warren go over to his house?

This is the worst. I look like an even bigger loser now. What must he think of me?

“Who wants a drink?” I hear Henley ask everyone in a super-sweet voice.

“I’ll have one.”

“Me too,” I hear them all chime in.

Oh no...

He’s up to something. I just know it.

I go to the bathroom and splash water on my face and shake my hands around to try and calm myself down.

It’s ten minutes. Realistically, how pear shaped can things go in ten minutes? I’ll play along, and then he’ll go home. And next week I’ll pretend to break up with him. Problem solved.

I stare at my reflection while I prepare myself for battle; my heart is hammering in my chest. I tentatively walk back out to the living area to see Henley sitting in the living room with everyone.

He’s on the couch, legs wide with his dominant stance, a glass of champagne in his hand.

He looks up and smiles warmly. “Puppy, come sit with us.” He taps the couch beside him.

Puppy?

“What did you just call her?” Leonie asks, wide eyed.