Page 7 of The Family Man

She lies flat on her back, breathing heavily. I hope she is not hurt.

“Hey, are you okay? Anything hurting? Can you move? Here, let me help you.” I’m concerned.

I bend down to help her and take her hand to get up.

Other women would have given me their hands, hell some of them may have pretended to faint. Not Miss Snooty Trudy. Oh no, she gets up too fast, I swear she levitated.

My hand is left hanging as I stand up to face her.

Her hands run down the front of her skirt. “I’m fine. I don’t need your help or anyone’s help for that matter.”

She really needs to move the stick out of her ass. “Look, lady, you fell, and I just came over to see if you were okay.”

A tight smile graces her face as she smooths her hand over her hair. “Okay, great.”

Miss Snooty doesn’t even say thank you. “There is no need to get—”

“I said I am fine. You can go.”

Seriously, no one dismisses me like this. Who the hell does she think she is?

“If you weren’t spying on me, you wouldn’t have fallen.” I’m not lying; she was and that’s what caused this mess.

“Come on, girl, say thanks.” A voice broke into our connection, and for the first time I saw the other three ladies standing on the lower stairs of her deck.

I gave them a mini wave. “Hi.” I didn’t know if they were like obnoxious Olivia here. What was her name anyway? She looks like an Olivia, a stuck up, pain in the ass kind of woman. I bet she was like a dead fish in bed. Shit why am I thinking about fucking her?

One woman glides forward gracefully, and the two women step slowly to her side. With her shoulders rolled back, she gazes down at my feet, and her eyes rove up my body. Not in a sexual way. However, I am standing shirtless. I feel like I should cover myself and bow.

“Hmm, so you are the mystery neighbor. I’m Rosemary, those two are Cassia and Anise. This misfit is Sage,” she says and comes to Sage’s aid, pulling a twig out of her hair.

“They are my sisters,” Sage mutters, dusting imaginary lint off her skirt.

Cassia and Anise give me small waves, the latter openly examining my cock.

I turn to head back to my house. “It was nice to meet you all. I’m Zac.”

Ms. Snooty’s lips press into a thin line, and she rolls her eyes.

“What is it with you?” I ought to have held that back.

“I don’t like you,” she replies, the women all around us let out exasperating sighs.

“Not that I care, but what did I do to you?” I should really let her go inside.

“You are loud and inconsiderate and…” She’s grasping.

“And I don’t care. Good day, ladies. Feel better.” I did care but she can go to hell for being rude.

She still says nothing. I shake my head and walk back to my house.

Let her peeps take care of her. God she’s snooty. She didn’t even say thank you to me for running to her for help. Not that it mattered much.

I step over the stupid tulips and enter my screened deck.

I steady the punching bag even though it isn’t swinging and begin a jab combo.

My mind however refuses to let go of…what was her name? “Sage” my thoughts whispers.

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