My Hot Billionaire Neighbor

My abrasive next-door neighbor confronts me on the street, accusing me of spying on her with my telescope.

I wish I'd known I could have been watching her in her bedroom; I despise squandered opportunities.

But I'm not going to let this opportunity pass me by.

Her curves scream for me to touch them.

I'll show her my telescope, no problem.

She turns out to be working for my ex and will do everything she can to keep me from getting what is rightfully mine.

She can try everything she wants, but I always take what I want.

And I want her right now.