The Neighborhood by Stylo Fantôme
Release Date: January 17, 2017
Things a bad neighbor
can do to you:
1. Have loud parties late at night
2. Refuse to mow his lawn
3. Steal your
4. Rip your heart out and walk all over it
Katya Tocci is willing to admit that she may have bitten
off more than she could chew.
Liam Edenhoff showed her a side of life she’d been missing out on – sex and friendship and
tacos. But then he betrayed her.
Wulfric Stone taught her that big surprises can come from unexpected places – like from a
surly, aggressive, withdrawn bastard. But then he broke her heart.
Now one of them wants forgiveness, and the other wants
forever. And Katya? She just wants to forget.
Who knew neighbors could be so difficult?
This story contains
scenes of a graphic sexual nature, multiple uses of coarse language, and quite possibly enough confusion to drive a normal person insane.
Reader discretion is advised.
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“Have you eaten?” he asked.
“How did you
get in here?” she ignored his question and asked her own.
“I have access to the keys for every building we manage. Are you really meeting that thing for
dinner?” he asked again.
“Okay, first of all, ‘that thing’ is a seriously good looking, very successful, and ridiculously nice man – a man who has yet
to lie to me and use me,” she pointed out.
“Key word being ‘yet’.”
“And second of all, I know for a fact my lease states you have to give me twenty-four hour
notice before you just barge in here. If you come in again without my permission, I’m gonna file a complaint,” she warned him. He laughed.
Actually laughed. Something Wulfric Stone didn’t do very often. She took a deep breath and looked away from his broad smile.
“Please do. I’ll
direct my HR department to hand deliver it to my desk so I can deal with it
“Are we done here? I have things to do today that don’t involve dealing
with you,” she snapped. He stepped closer to her.
“You might be even funner now than you were before.”
“That’s not funny, and if you can’t realize
that, then there is literally no hope for you.”
“Ah, implying there is hope.”
“Feisty. I love it.”
“I talked to Vieve,” she blurted out. That finally stopped him.
was all he said.
“Yup. Went to your place, had a cup of coffee with her,” she said. That seemed to actually surprise him.
“You were in my home?” he checked.
Apparently, I could’ve been spending lots of time there. Very generous of you to give me complete access,” she said. He didn’t react, though
she noticed the tendon in the side of his neck was taut and straining.
“Yes, well, I’ve met you. I knew if you ever showed up, it would be a huge hassle with
the front desk calling my office and you calling my cell phone and me having to drive across town.
Was just easier that way.”
“And how was the coffee? I have it
Katya stared at the tight tendon for a moment longer. He was so good at putting on a false front, she knew. Looking calm and collected. After
all, this was a man who ate million dollar real estate deals before breakfast.
But it was all fake. He was nervous. Deep down, she could tell. Being
forceful was just his way of barreling through a problem he didn’t actually want to deal with – he could just strong arm her into doing what he
wanted. No unnecessary awkwardness. That was Wulf’s M.O.
Yeah, well, my M.O. is to make him feel as awkward as humanly possible.
“I can’t go to breakfast with you,”
she stated, brushing past him and heading down the hallway. He didn’t hesitate to follow behind her.
“No shit, it’s afternoon – it’s too late for brunch, even.
But that Brazilian food cart is open for lunches now, we’re going -” he started, but she waved her hand over her shoulder as she moved into her
“I can’t, I’m busy this afternoon. I have to go shopping
for a new stove – don’t worry, I’ll have the bill sent to you,” she joked, turning around and standing in the doorway to her room.
down at her.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll talk to maintenance, we can get a new stove in by the end of the
week,” he assured her.
“Whatever. I have other plans.”
“Tocci, I’m not
about dinner?” she offered.
That seemed to shock him. He stood still for moment, his eyes wandering over her face.
Obviously trying to figure out if she was
lying. She offered him a big smile, and that just seemed to throw him even more off guard. He finally narrowed his eyes.
“If I make reservations, you’ll be
downstairs on time?” he checked.
“No,” she shook her head. “But I can meet you there.”
“Bullshit. You’ll stand me up, and I’m not wasting my time, sitting around
like an asshole waiting for you,” he said.
“I won’t, I promise. I have … a client I’m dealing with this afternoon. I don’t know how long it will take,” she told
about your dinner date with your darling handyman?” he asked. She shrugged.
“I’ll figure something out, don’t worry about it. I’ll have dinner with you.”
promise?” he checked, still glaring down at her. She nodded and ran her fingers across her chest in an X motion.
“Cross my heart.”
“Fine. But don’t fuck with me,
Tocci. You won’t like it if I have to come and find you. We have a lot to discuss,” he informed her. She nodded.
“I’m sure we do. What’s the dress code?”
she asked. Wulf was a 3-Michelin- stars kind of restaurant goer when it came to dinner dates.
“A dress,” he informed her, and then his gaze wandered
over her shoulder. She had some clothes laying around on the floor, littered about on the bed. She was gearing up to do laundry. “If you’d like
to try on some options, I’d be more than happy to sit and help.”
Katya laughed and slid her hands up either side of the door frame. Wulf followed the motion
with his eyes, which grew wide when she leaned towards him.
“Mmmm, that would be fun, wouldn’t it?” she chuckled.
“And it’s been a very long time since you’ve
been in my bedroom,” she reminded him. He nodded.
“And we never got to have any real fun in here, did we?” she sighed, glancing back at her bed.
“No. No, we
did it not.”
must make you wonder, though,” she said, dropping her hands and stepping back into the room.
“What kind of fun Liam and I used to have in here.”
There was a
split second where she got to see equal parts anger and shock ripple across his features.
Then she slammed the door in his
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Crazy woman living in an
undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since … forever? Yeah, that sounds about
right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m
clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I
do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair –
both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums