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me. That cocky ass was laughing at me! I charged at him, ready to throw the first punch. Not even Heather screaming could stop me now.
    “Uh, is everything okay here?”
    Shit. Some dude had come in through the front door and I hadn't even noticed. I pulled my fist back and stuffed it in my pocket. Dad sneered at me.
    “Everything's fine,” I growled.
    Heather shoved me out of the way to greet the man. “Welcome to Shady Acres. How can I help you today?”
    I was about to take dad outside and finish what we'd started, but then my phone came to life with a text. Elle?
    “HELP! Water everywhere, hurry!”
    Elle needed me. That mattered more to me than this dipshit.
    “I suppose that means we're done here.” Dad turned for the exit. “Don't forget, son. I'll be checking in on your progress monthly. And if I were you, I'd start looking for a bride today. Lord knows it'll be a long time before anyone wants you.”
    His words echoed in my brain as I took the stairs three at a time. Nobody wants me? Yeah, right. The girls who came home with me every other night said otherwise.
    I quickly forgot about it when I reached unit 219. The door was open, and two women shouted over the sound of rushing water. What was going on in there? Sounded like a waterfall.
    Squish.
    Frigid wetness soaked into my sneaker and through my sock. I dared to look down.
    The entire living room was filled with six inches of water. More was gushing from the bathroom, where the screaming ladies were freaking out like somebody had died.
    “Oh my God, Lord Jesus, help us...”
    Someone hadn't died, had they?
    “Elle, you in there?”
    She emerged from the bathroom, completely drenched as if she'd jumped into the pool with her clothes on. Her hair was a wreck; what little makeup she wore streamed down her face in black and green rivulets.
    Her chest was... Oh, god.
    She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples, pert and dime-sized, lifted the thin cloth of her soaked shirt.
    Fuck me, it was beautiful. Blood rushed to my cock so fast that I nearly fainted face-first into the rising water.
    “Jayce? What the heck is wrong with you? We need help! ”
    Should I tell her? No, no. Don't do that. Then she'd cover her pretty breasts up and that, for sure, would be an absolute sin.
    “Jayce!”
    The other woman's screeching snapped me out of my lust-fueled trance. I knew her; it was Fran Benson, a lady old enough to be my grandma who wore a nightgown everywhere she went.
    “It's ruined! Everything is ruined,” Fran howled. She hurried to scoop up her belongings out of the water. A little dog stood on the couch, yapping its head off.
    “Uh, yeah. I'll take care of it.”
    Back downstairs I went before Elle shouted at me again. She could yell all she liked, though, so long as I got another peek at those lovely tits of hers.
    Preferably without the shirt next time.
    I killed the water for the entire apartment building in the basement. It was the only choice. There'd be complaints, of course. No one else would care that Fran's entire home just flooded.
    Then I called a plumber to fix the disaster because I wasn't even gonna try to do it myself. I almost made it back upstairs before the people in unit 119 started to howl.
    The door burst open, and out scurried two young men, Ian and his boyfriend Paul. They were both shrieking and pitching their things into the hallway.
    “Jayce!” Paul waved me down and gnawed his lip. “I hate to bother you, but, um...”
    “There's water coming from the ceiling!” Ian wailed. “It got my tax return all wet.”
    On the second floor, Elle yelled for me again. Somehow, my cock was still hard. I was pretty impressed. Doubted she'd be, sadly.
    “Jayce, go get us a Wet Vac!”
    Yeah, it was gonna be a very long day.
    “Look, guys. We have a bit of an emergency,” I said as gently as I could manage.
    Ian threw his wet shirt at me. It smacked me in the chest and landed on the floor with a plop.
    “An emergency? Do you realize how much