Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lust next door : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“I want to sleep with him.”“I’m sorry what?” Lara’s voice comes through my phone speakers, I can feel her shock as if she were sitting right next to me, and not at a fashion event miles away from me. Her eyes would be the size of the moon, and her mouth hanging open. That is expected considering that was how I started our conversation, no preamble, no greeting, and definitely no asking how she has been, says a lot about my mental state. “Exactly what I said.” I blow air out of my mouth, exasperated and mind clogged with him. Work has been the last thing on my mind, and that has never happened before, every thought in my mind is a thinly veiled dirty thought about him. I needed something to help me focus, the coffee wasn’t working, in fact it only fueled the racing thoughts I had of him. “Well, it’s a good thing you know what you want from him, but it’s an even better thing that you care so much about me, asking about my well being the second the call connects, I am so lucky I shar

To get to know my next door neighbor, Stephen Hosea Moore, a man possibly hotter than the sun, and shyer than an otter.How would that work out?I try not to stand too close to the window, in case he was there, I wish he was there, however deranged that sounds, wanting my neighbor to watch me twenty four seven. It is quite unfair that he can see me and I can only guess what he was up to.When I told Lara, he and I were supposed to drink this weekend, she said to make moves before then, so it will be easier, we don’t know if alcohol makes him clam up. So I actually do a light exercise, circling around the block in a slow jog, eyes doing a slow sweep of his apartment, scanning for any form of movements, anything to tell me he was awake, whilst looking around as casually as I can. His window which I can see from the ground, remains shut, his lights are out, which means he was still in bed, sleeping. I wonder briefly how he looked whilst sleeping.Creepy Regina.Pushing myself, I c

Once again, I am being pulled along by him.I never knew how much I loved being pulled by a man until he does it, there’s something wildly attractive in the way he pulls me gently yet affirmatively, a perfect mix of both possessive and caring. Maybe it’s him. The thought of one of the guys I brought home time pulling me along makes my nose scrunch up on it’s own. I like being pulled along by him.“Why would you do that?” he looks back the way we came, back into the cafe, William thankfully didn’t follow us, it would have been very weird if he did.“Do what?”I realize now that he has no idea what he does when he turns on his dominant side, I doubt he knows that part of him exists, and even better, he has no idea what it does to me. The men I had been with would have gloated about it if I so much as twitched at their words, and I am all but squirting from his actions and words and he has no freaking clue. Such innocence. “I was handling it perfectly, and then you had to show yourse

It was good fortune, and entirely pure luck that Miss Clayton had rescheduled our meeting, and I had nothing else to do at the tiny cubicle I have called an office the past few months. I had mountains of paperwork to do back at the office, more than a lot of my former subordinates who love my fall from grace story have made it a point of duty to drop of their paper work at my desk. The only way I can think of to fight them is to leave them until they absolutely needed them, their panic is worth the future overtime. The idea to spend the rest of the day hanging out with my new friend hit me like a freight train, and it seemed like a good idea at the time, until I saw him walk out of his apartment in an outfit that was made for sin. The sides dipped so low I could see the waist band of his shorts. I didn’t expect to see a small tattoo on his left side, and it surprises me as much as I find it hot. It’s not so visible from where I am standing, and that’s the only reason I follow him

My head hurts, and that’s not the only thing that hurts.There’s a sting on my hip, and through the banging of my head, I manage to look down, to find out that my pants have long been discarded, I am under the sheets in the black lace thong I wore this morning.I push myself to sit up, trying to remember the events of last night. Stephen had been the first to get one, on his inner wrist, that’s when I saw it, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t seeing it. The thin gash that ran horizontally from one end of his wrist to the other.My words had dried on my tongue then, blinking back the questions, I instead focused on holding his hand as the artist drew a crawling single flower around the tattoo, it was creative I had to admit, at the same time unnerving, maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but he stared at it unblinking, unflinching until it was done. My turn and I asked for one thing, the first ever art he drew on my cup, I never explained, and a butterfly was pretty common, then I had