Dear Neighbor

Dear Neighbor

Here I am. One of only two residents left in an entire building block in Lower Manhattan. A developer has managed to buy out everyone else except me and the manwhore in the apartment next door. <br /> <br />I say manwhore because:<br />1. He's the hottest thing I've seen on two legs. (it shouldn't be a reason but it kinda explains reason number two)<br />2. The screams of ecstasy coming from his apartment on a regular basis.<br /> <br />On the day I find out my boyfriend is a worthless, low-life cheating jerk, I get too drunk too care with my bestie and manage to lock myself out of my apartment. Then...I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I accidentally/purposely kissed the manwhore.<br /> <br />Turns out, sex on legs, six-foot and four inches of hard muscle is a hot-shot businessman who's used to getting what he wants, but I'm not going there. No way.<br /> <br />He's not going to make me scream. <br /> <br />He's not getting into my bed, or my heart. <br /> <br />Even if he is so outrageously irresistible...and he’s somehow become my fake boyfriend!