To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five - J. S. Cooper Page 0,2
didn’t know plastic dolls said anything.
#4
To Number Four,
Is your pussy as smart as your mouth? If so, that could prove to be amazing.
Your not-so-rude neighbor,
Jagger
To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five,
Is your dick as small as your brain? It would make sense.
#4
To Number Four,
Come over tonight and find out for yourself.
Your not-so-rude neighbor,
Jagger
To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five,
I think not. I have standards.
#4
To Number Four,
Do you totally want to bang me as much as I want to bang you?
Your not-so-rude neighbor,
Jagger
To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five,
Hell no.
#4
To Number Four,
I promise I can make your bed rock. All night long.
Your not-so-rude neighbor,
Jagger
I stared at the last note that the rude guy from apartment five had left on my front door, scrunched it up into a ball, and left it on his doormat.
This was ridiculous. It had been three weeks since he had moved in, and the notes hadn’t eased up. I was even more surprised that I hadn’t seen him yet. I had a feeling he was either over 65, a teenager, or a total troll. What sort of man left notes like this and thought they were okay?
Absolutely ridiculous. It was men like him that made me cringe when I thought about dating. I opened my apartment door,walked inside, and resolved to stop replying to his infantile notes. Though I was very curious to see what he looked like. Very, very curious.
I turned on the TV and then headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. I was exhausted from a long day of interviewing for a new job and didn’t feel like cooking, even though I was super hungry. Settling onto the couch, I grabbed my phone and logged onto a food delivery site to see what I could order. It was between pizza and gyros, and just looking at the photos of the food was making my stomach growl. I knew I should order a salad or something, but who really wanted to eat a salad? Not me!
I was about to place my order when there was a knock on the door. Not sure who could be visiting me, I walked over and opened the door. There stood a man with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a wide smile on his face. My jaw dropped at the same time that his green eyes widened.
“You’re number four?” he asked, a glint in his eyes.
I glared at him, my heart racing. “You’re the rude guy in apartment five?”
Because of course he was. My life was already crazy; why not make it just a little bit crazier?
“That’s me all right.” He licked his lips slowly. “I wondered why you didn’t want to tell me your name. Now I know why.”
“I didn't know it was you.” I pointed at him accusingly, his familiar, sexy face making my face blush crimson red. “But I should have known.” I swallowed hard as I finished speaking because he took a step closer to me and looked like he wanted to come into my apartment.
He leaned down. “It’s a pleasure sleeping next to you, Magnolia Allen,” he whispered in my ear, a small chuckle escaping as he pulled back. His green eyes seemed to be mocking me.
“In your dreams,” I snapped and slammed the door in his face.
Never in my life had I expected to see Kingston Jagger Scott again. I felt my knees shaking as I heard his loud laugh from outside the door.
“You can run, Magnolia, but you can’t hide,” he said through the door.
I ran to my couch, buried my head in the cushions, and screamed.
Chapter Two
Dear World,
I’m starting my new job today and I’m so excited. I’m going to be a fashion blogger, which, while exciting, leaves me a little bit nervous because no one in their right mind would call me a fashion expert. I’m more comfortable in Target than I am in Saks Fifth Avenue. But to be fair, the employment agency didn’t ask me about the extent of my fashion knowledge. In fact, they weren’t exactly sure what the company did as my new boss, Tate Howard, apparently didn’t give them many details. He just wanted to know I could write. And well, we all know that I can. My starting salary is more than I ever could have dreamed of for a blogger. I’m not going to be uncouth and say how much I’m making, but if you were to double my last salary of twenty thousand and times by two,