Next-Door Incubus (Becoming Lust Book 1)

Next-Door Incubus BECOMING LUST BOOK 1 EMILIA ROSE Copyright © 2020 by Emilia Rose All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. For permission requests, write to the author at [email protected] with the subject line: Attention: Permissions Coordinator. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Front Cover Image: Covers By Christian Beta Readers: Abby Gibson, Kayla Lutz, Madi Lozada, Diana Klikova, Lauren Greenwell, MaKenzie Blank, Erin Krakow, Amber Mattingly Emilia Rose [email protected] Contents Author’s Note 1. Dani 2. Dani 3. Dani 4. Dani 5. Dani 6. Dani 7. Dani 8. Dani 9. Dani 10. Dani 11. Dani 12. Dani 13. Dani 14. Dani 15. Dani 16. Dani 17. Dani 18. Dani 19. Dani 20. Dani 21. Dani 22. Dani 23. Dani 24. Dani 25. Dani 26. Dani 27. Dani 28. Dani 29. Dani 30. Dani 31. Dani 32. Dani 33. Dani 34. Dani 35. Dani 36. Dani 37. Dani 38. Dani 39. Dani 40. Dani 41. Dani 42. Dani 43. Dani 44. Dani Also by Emilia Rose About the Author Author’s Note This book was originally written and released under my other pen name, Destiny Diess. I have since moved it over to my Emilia Rose brand; however, it is the same book. So if you’ve read it prior to the name change, everything is the complete same :D CHAPTER 1 Dani I swayed my hips from side to side, humming to music as it played through my AirPods. Mom’s necklace, a small rose-gold pendant in the shape of a v, glided across my chest and swung to the beat. The morning sun flooded into my room through my sheer white curtains, and rays of light shined almost too conveniently on the pile of dirty clothes littered on my floor from last night. I stepped out of my shorts and tossed them into the hamper along with the rest of my clothes, then walked down the hall to the laundry room, eyes closed in utter bliss. My housemate Maria was out with her friends today which meant that I had the whole apartment to myself. What was better than being able to walk around half-naked, stuff my face without being judged, and hold a concert for one in the living room on a Sunday morning? Nothing, absolutely nothing. “Dani!” My eyes snapped open. Maria, two of her friends, and three insanely attractive guys sat on our leather couches in the living room. The girls were clinging on to two of the guys, their fingers curling around the guys’ biceps, heads resting in the crooks of their necks. When they saw me, everyone stared with wide, shocked eyes. Except one. He stared at me with a smirk on his lips and sin in his eyes. Brown tousled hair, a gray Henley shirt that hugged his shoulders, and the scent of cinnamon and apples, he looked too perfect to be real. Over the hum of my music, I heard the girls explode in a fit of laughter. The basket of clothes slipped out of my sweaty palms and tumbled onto the floor. All of my underwear, my latex mini skirt that I wore for Trevon last night, and my dignity laid at their feet. I swallowed hard and pulled down the bottom of my shirt, trying to cover myself. I quickly backed into the hallway, and once I was out of sight, I sprinted into my room, slammed my door, and leaned my back against it. Oh, my God. Maria said she’d be out today. For the whole damn day. Why was she back here with… with whoever they were?! I pulled out my earbuds, drew Mom’s necklace between my fingers, and rested my head against the door. Although ridged at the top, the broken piece of the pendant felt cold and smooth against my thumb. Breathe, Dani. I’m sure none of them saw anything anyway. My gaze drifted down to my bare legs and black lacy panties. “Damn-it.” Someone banged on my door. “Dani, it’s me. Open up!” Maria said. I tugged on some shorts, opened the door, and narrowed my eyes at Maria. She handed me my now-full laundry basket, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her dirty-blonde hair was pulled back into a messy bun. “Well, that was a very impressive introduction to our new neighbors.” “Neighbors? Those guys are our neighbors?!” Great, I’ve embarrassed myself in front of men I would see almost every day. Unless… I didn’t leave my apartment or room ever again. I could become a hermit and live my days in my room, curled up in my plush white sheets with a vanilla candle flickering deep into the night from my bedside table. Never have to be horrifically embarrassed ever again. Never have to face that man with the tempting green eyes. “Dani! Hello?” Maria waved a hand in front of my face. “Are you even listening to me?” No, I’m trying to get myself out of this mess. She rolled her eyes and grabbed my wrist. “Since you’re all dressed now, let’s go introduce you to them!” She turned on her heel and started toward the door. “Maria, are you crazy?” I dug my heels into the hardwood. “I’m not going to go see them. Not after that!” “Well, you were the one who decided not to wear pants when we had company.” “You told me you would be out all day!” “Yeah, well, there was a slight change of plans as soon as we saw how hot they were. But, that’s besides the point! Come