Page 18 of Sweet Shots

Now, I’m on my computer to edit the video. It’s a quick one since there aren’t many points I’m facing the camera. When I’m done, I upload the video to my website and let people know it’s something new and not my usual stuff. I title itWatching My Neighbor Get Head.The views blow up quickly, and I get a ton of comments with people sharing melting emojis, hot emojis, telling me they came to it, they’d love to be my neighbor, and all sorts of things that are ridiculous to say to someone you don’t know.

But damn. Who would have thought they’d like that so much? Maybe I should swap up my stuff a little and do more like this… even if he isn’t there. They’ll never know that.

Before heading upstairs, I remember the card he left with his number on it. I haven’t touched it. It’s been beside my door since he left it there three days ago.

I need to give him an answer about his offer. I should do it sooner rather than later, before he changes his mind. If I taketoo long, he’ll likely add in another stipulation or straight up deny me just to be a dick. Because that’s who he is. It isn’t hard to tell he’s a control freak.

Snatching the card from the table, I head upstairs to get ready for bed. I get down to my boxer briefs and crawl into bed, settling into my modest queen-sized mattress and pulling my fluffy comforter over me. I put Dominic’s number into my phone underAsshole Neighbor.And even though I should go to sleep, I send him a text instead.

Me: What are the other terms?

I stare at the phone, waiting for a response and get one quickly.

Asshole Neighbor: And here I was hoping you’d want to sext.

Me: No thanks. Answer the question.

Of course he would say something like that. He can’t just let what happened go. Why would he do that? But also… why would I?

Asshole Neighbor: One photoshoot. Two videos. Get me the info for BTL—contract, terms, etc. I’ll work on a contract for the video for my website.

Me: That’s it?

Asshole Neighbor: Let’s talk tomorrow at breakfast. I’ll make you a veggie omelet and meatless sausage.

Me: Are you making fun of me?

Asshole Neighbor: Would I do that?

Me: I happen to like meat for all my meals.

I regret sending that the second it goes through. Why am I flirting with this guy?

Asshole Neighbor: Good to know. I’ll have it ready. Be here at eight.

I sigh, pissed at myself for having no self control. I need this money; Ireallyneed this money. So I keep telling myself that I’m doing itfor the money.

The blissful moments when you first wake and everything is good and calm disappear too quickly. I’m smacked with the reminder that I have to go to the asshole neighbor’s house for breakfast so we can discuss terms that I’m probably going to disagree with—but will do anyway because I’m a desperate fool.

Before getting out of bed, I send another email to this stupid support team on the security app, wondering why they haven’t gotten back to me yet. I already called my bank and they’re looking into it. I’m not sure if there is anything else I can or should do.

Opening my curtains, I see my neighbor’s are still drawn. It’s nearly seven, and he asked me to be there at eight. Maybe I’ll be early this morning, to throw him off guard. Catch him before he’s finished doing what he needs to do. Bet that’ll piss him right off. I shower and get dressed, then go downstairs to feedCP.

I fill the time with going through emails, watching the news, and drinking tea. It’s 7:45 when I leave my front door and head over to Dominic’s house, which takes all of thirty seconds.

I ring the bell, and to my dismay, he opens the door with a wide grin, looking fresh as if he’s been awake for hours.

“You’re early today. That must mean you’re taking this seriously.”

“Of course I’m taking this seriously,” I snap.

I woke up in a bad mood, then felt better knowing I could get one up on him, and here I am, my mood soured once again thanks to this jerk off.

His grin somehow grows, and I ignore how good he looks and step inside.

“Breakfast isn’t quite done yet. Omelets don’t take long. Why don’t you have a look around and make yourself comfortable while I finish up?”

He goes left into the kitchen area and I go right, into the living room section of the house. I won’t sit on that couch, but I guess I could walk around. Maybe learn something about this guy that I can use against him. Something that’ll help me get one up on him.

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