Free Neighbors (Twin Estates #1) by Stylo Fantome Page A

hour. It was almost ten o'clock at night. She glanced through the peep hole and was shocked to see a very familiar looking tie. She scrambled to pull back the chain lock and yank open the door.
    “Hi,” she breathed, staring up at Wulf. Without her heels and standing so close to him, she suddenly realized he was a lot taller that she'd thought. He stared down the length of his nose at her.
    “I'm sorry, did you just say you weren't a slut?” he asked. She cringed.
    “No. I mean, I'm not. My roommate, she said … we were just … I only mean ...” Katya babbled, not sure how to dig herself out of her hole.
    Turned out, she didn't need to. While she fumbled around, waving her hands and searching for words, Wulf leaned down and kissed her, gently holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
    It was simple, just his lips pressed against hers. No hint of tongue, or anything naughty, really. He kept her in place, tilted her head at the perfect angle, held her lips to his. Very chaste in comparison to what she'd experienced the night before.
    And yet, her blood was on fire. She felt weak in the knees and leaned into him, gripping onto his lapels. It was driving her insane. Wulf was sex in a three piece suit, why wasn't he tearing into her? Was she ready for that? Did she even want him to tear her apart?
    Oh yes, I most definitely fucking do.
    “Hmmm,” he hummed when he finally pulled away. “Maybe we can explore that whole 'slut' thing another time.”
    “Uhhh …” she responded eloquently. He smiled and she felt his hands on top of hers, gently pulling her away from his blazer.
    “Good seeing you again, Tocci.”
    He kissed her once more, this time resting his hand against the side of her neck. She felt the heat from his fingertips long after he walked away.
    “Pssst,” Tori hissed from behind her, after Wulf had disappeared onto the elevator. “Was that the guy?”
    “No, that was the guy from 4A downstairs,” Katya said.
    “Seriously?”
    “No! Of course that was him! Who else would I be kissing!?” Katya snapped, finally turning away and slamming their door shut.
    “I don't know, Liam?”
    Liam. Two simple kisses and Katya had already forgotten the man she'd slept with just twenty-four hours ago.
    “No. I think Liam was just for fun,” she sighed.
    “And Wulf isn't?”
    “I don't know what the hell he is.”
    “Did you at least have a good time?”
    “Yeah … yeah, I think I actually did.”
    “But no sexy time.”
    “Trust me, that kiss was definitely sexy time.”
    “Didn't look very sexy to me.”
    But she wasn't listening to her roommate. She had her fingertips pressed against her lips, her mind going over the kiss once again.
     
    *
     
    Day one, Katya had made an in-the-moment decision to go out on a date with a random stranger and have sex with him in his sex club. Sex had evolved into first time anal sex, a huge step for her. It had been amazing, and eye opening, and such a change from her every day life, she couldn't believe it. She'd felt like a new woman.
    Day two, Katya had gone on a kinda-sorta-date with a ghost from her past. She hadn't realized it was a date till it was almost over, and it had been a bad date, but also a good one, and a ten year old crush had gotten dusted off, and he'd kissed her, and she'd been pretty sure she'd seen the back of her own eyeballs. She'd felt like an amazing woman.
    Day three, it all came crashing down. Oh god, oh god, what had she done!? Fucked a stranger, let him fuck her in the ass – which was still sore – and then she'd gone on a date with a man she didn't technically know, at least not anymore. A man who hadn't been nice to her ten years ago, and still wasn't very nice to her now.
    She no longer felt new and amazing. She felt confused and upset. Caught between feeling bad about herself and trying to forget everything.
    Katya Tocci simply didn't behave that way. Katya Tocci baked cakes and decorated desserts. Went on sensible dates,