Peering through his basement window, I watched in anticipation…
Marty didn’t even live there; his real home was a mansion somewhere in the hills. The house next door was just his f*ck-pad and I was getting tired of the screams of pleasure that bellowed out of his window.
Enough was enough. I was going over there to give him a piece of my mind.
But, before I could knock his door down, curiosity got the best of me. I needed to know what he was doing to deserve such uncontrolled cries of passion every night.
Sneaking around the back, I peered inside his window. From that moment, I knew I’d be back. Only next time, I’d be on the inside…
This is part 1 of the Craving the Billionaire Next Door series.
