Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(5)

Someday I hope I’ll move into this neighborhood with someone special. Maybe one day…

“Took you long enough!” she shouts standing on the porch, wrapped up in a big fluffy blanket as I get out of the car.

“I come bearing gifts.” I hold up the bag of Chinese food like in the Lion King.

“That’s why you’re my favorite!” She fist bumps the air and makes grabbing hands for the bag, but to my surprise she hugs me. “How did it go?”

“He was f*cking a girl when I walked in,” I say man hugging Spencer.

“He what?” they say in unison.

“Yeah, gorgeous blonde. She didn’t know he had a boyfriend. It went better than I expected, to be honest.”

“How can that be better?” Haven asks confused.

“See, I was wracking my brain on how the hell I could tell him it was over. I didn’t have to anymore when I saw them f*cking.” I shrug.

“You seem oddly okay with it?” Spencer asks, getting the food laid out on the kitchen counter as Bernard jumps on it sniffing around. I grab him and cuddle him to me. He’s Haven’s cat by the way, not some random person jumping on their counters and sniffling their food.

“I am, weirdly I am. Remember a year ago when you were the one to find Adam f*cking that slut? Well, in my head it’s like what happened to you. I’ll meet my prince charming and all that.” I wave my hand in the air before putting Bernard to the ground and washing my hands. I’m starving now that it’s done and over with. I grab the spring roll container and take one out before taking a seductive bite out of it as I look at Spencer, waggling my eyebrows.

“Mine! Get yourself another prince charming. Besides, you do realize that you’ll have to endure a neighbor who likes to f*ck loudly, like Valentine, before you get with said prince charming?”

“You sound like one of those seagulls in Finding Nemo. Sadly, I know. Does my rude neighbor count?” I sit at the kitchen island and pet Bernard who managed to escape our attention for a minute and is back at it.

“We watched it last night.” She grins widely.

“Why doesn’t that surprises me?” I chuckle.

“What do you mean by your rude neighbor?” Spencer asks, his curiosity piqued.

“Every other night, around three he starts screaming. I don’t know what’s up with him, but it’s freaky. And then there’s the odd occasion when his girlfriend is there. She’s very vocal, him not so much.”

“Think his house is haunted? I mean three is the witching hour,” Haven says in a spooky voice.

“Who knows? I just wish I could sleep. It’s getting exhausting.” I frown and start eating my food.

“Next time go knock on his door.”

“And say what? What kind of kink are you into to yell like this in the middle of the night?” I snort.

“I’m sure that’d go down well.” Haven snickers.

“Who knows, maybe I could join?” We all laugh and eat the feast laid out in front of us when I notice something. I drop my chopsticks and shout at them both. “When did you two get engaged?”

“Tonight.” Spencer chuckles.

“I’m totally crashing your evening. Sorry, you two.” I feel bad now that they sacrificed celebrating to have me over.

“You’re not and don’t be sorry. We love having you around.” Haven hugs me.

“I’m so happy for you both. You deserve to be happy.” I hug her, and Spencer joins in.

“You’ll meet your Spencer one day,” Haven whispers in my ear. I squeeze her and smile, hoping she’s right. “After all, my fairy tale started on a Monday. Today is Monday.”

“I love you both.” I squeeze them, secretly hoping that my fairy tale will start tonight. I’m not one to believe in that kind of shit, but when you see how things went for these two, you can’t help but have it play in the back of your mind and hope for something as magical as their story.

Our night ended up with all three of us getting slightly drunk, and by slightly I mean close to being shit faced. We had to celebrate their engagement. Tomorrow morning’s meeting is going to be rough, but it was well worth it. I’m so happy for them. They were made for each other, and it took them so long to finally realize they were in love with each other. At least they finally got to that point, but not without some help from yours truly. They are stronger than ever, and I know nothing could rock their world and break them up. And if someone so much as tries, they’ll have to go through me first.



Besides that little blip on the radar, aka John being a massive dickhead with a nipple dick, my life has been pretty perfect. I have a loving family, amazing friends, and a job I love. What more could a man ask for? Besides passion, love, and companionship. Things I’m desperately missing in my life right now. I know it’s only been a couple of days since it’s been over with John, but I’ve been feeling that way for a while now. The passion was long gone between John and me.

I’m at a point in my life where I need more. I want someone who wants passion, excitement, complicity. I want someone who wants to make memories and enjoy life together. Not someone who is tracking my every move and making up ridiculous excuses to pick fights.

He’s probably not going to let go that easily, but for now, I have some peace. Breaking up with John was the best thing I could do. I should have done it long ago, but what’s done is done, and things can only look up from now on.