Page 20 of Dating the DILF
“That wasn’t his only revelation, by the way.”
A television begins blaring from the apartment belonging to Adelaide’s nightmare neighbor.
“Does he always have his TV so loud?” I question, straining to make out the overexcited babbling coming from the too-loud television.
“He’s an inconsiderate jerk, so yes.” She returns the bowl of candy to the coffee table, swapping it for a cupcake. “What else did he say?”
“Well, he hates ice cream.” The cupcake stops midair, its path to Addy’s mouth halted while she looks at me incredulously.
“Hehatesice cream?”
“Yes! That’s weird, right?” My words are tinged with vindication. Iknewit was strange.
“I mean, yeah, it’s unusual, but if you think I’m going to tell you to stop seeing him overice cream, you’re out of your freaking mind.” She takes a bite of the cake and mumbles around her mouthful. “Stop trying to find excuses to give up on this.”
“Fine.” I huff. “Anyway, that wasn’t the weirdest thing he told me. He was on a reality show last year.” I groan.
“Wait, what?” Adelaide blurts and then she starts coughing as she chokes on her cupcake.
I reach over and give her a couple of hard thumps on her back and give her a moment to recover.
“I thought you’d like that.” Adelaide is obsessed with reality television. Housewives, dancers, survivors, drag queens, she watches them all.
“Which show was he on?” she asks excitedly.
“Marrying the MILF? No, wait, MILF is a mother, right?” God, what was it called?
“Dating the DILF?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Did you watch it?” I grab a cupcake and use my finger to scoop half the icing off, licking it clean.
“You’re dating MilesKentfromDating the DILF?”
“I hadadate with him. Why are you looking at me like that?” Her eyes are narrowed, and she looks almost worried.
“What did he tell you about the show?”
“Not much. Just that it wasn’t a very good experience and he regrets doing it. Why?”
“Yeah, I bet he does.” Her lips are pursed, and she looks pissed. “Okay, I might need to reevaluate my opinion, Charlie. I know he seems like a catch, but I think maybe you’re right. The kid thing is probably a deal breaker, so there’s really no point in pursuing it.” She nods her head firmly as though the discussion is over and grabs the remote.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I could not possibly be more confused by her change of heart.
“Look, I don’t want to say too much, because I know those shows are exaggerated and it’s really all about ratings, but I think you should google hi—” She’s cut off by a rhythmic banging that starts up on the wall behind the television. The same wall that Adelaide shares with her neighbor from hell.
“You havegotto be kidding me,” she exclaims and bolts up, storming toward the door.
Throwing my cake down on the table, I jump up and follow her, trying to talk her out of doing anything stupid, but also a little bit thrilled to get a peek at the guy who has been driving her so crazy.
She bangs on his door with two hands and I take a step back because I have never seen Addy so riled up before. She’s kind of frightening.
The door opens and a tall guy with messy blond hair and a smile that screams danger stands there, his stormy gray eyes taking in every inch of her, from her jean-short-clad legs to the messy bun on top of her head.
He clearly likes what he sees.
“What can I do for you tonight, princess?”
“Don’t call me that,” she snaps. “And you can try keeping it down in there. Like maybe turn the television down and not throw things against the wall? That’d be great, m’kay?” She starts to spin around, but he grabs her wrist and stops her.
