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TWENTY FIVE
I keep my plan to keep my hands off her long enough to return to my apartment. We take a moment outside the front door as I find it difficult to get the keys out of my pocket before pressing myself against her back and kissing the nape of her neck. The soft scent of her perfume fills my senses, and all I can think about is removing her clothes.
"Are we going inside or are we going to put on a show for your neighbors?" " she inquires.I hand her the keys and run my hands down her tiny body. "Under the present circumstances, I don't think I'll be able to open the door. I'm a little distracted now, and what I'm focused on is a lot more fun," I say softly before kissing her neck and letting my hands roam freely. Aliyah fumbles with the lock for a few seconds before finally getting the door open. We barely cross the threshold before she turns on her heels and wraps her arms around my neck. I close the door and return Aliyah's embrace. Nothing compares to the sensation ofRelated chapters
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My Hot Billionaire Neighbor TWENTY SEVEN
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My Hot Billionaire Neighbor TWENTY NINE
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My Hot Billionaire Neighbor THIRTY TWO
Rachel always seems to be out of the country when I need her the most. I despise hotels, and now I'm stuck in one, spending money I should be saving, especially given my recent layoff. I consider my next move after rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. I wasn't mentally prepared for what had happened over the last few days, but perhaps this was the push I needed to get me on the path to my heart's desires. My phone rings for the hundredth time, and I immediately regret turning it back on.If it's not Jordan at the end, it's Romina, and neither of them deserves my attention right now. They can save their apologies for someone who genuinely cares.If they really need to talk to someone, they should call each other.I grab my phone and hit the ignore button without looking at it. It's past time for me to start thinking about myself and prioritizing my own needs over those of others. My hands tremble as I scroll to the name I want and press the call butto
My Hot Billionaire Neighbor THIRTY THREE
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