The Hot Guy Next Door

“Hey, Beautiful girl. I have been dying to meet you but it seems like you are more concerned with your vodka bottle than making new friends.”

Patricia turned only to see the finest man she had ever seen. The man had a fitted shirt and nice, curly hair with a thick Arabian accent. From the way he posed, he looked like he went to the gym more often than not.

“Where are my manners? My name is Ahmed. And it is awesome to finally meet you.”

Mature Readers Only (18+)