All Chapters of My Boss, My Nextdoor Neighbor And Me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LUCIEN Her hand shot to mine in a flash, stopping me cold. I froze, my gaze shifting to hers. She didn't want the mask coming off; that much was clear from the way her fingers tightened around mine. So I asked, "Should I take mine off first?” She shook her head immediately. "No, I'd rather we keep them on. Both of us." I raised a brow under my own mask. "Why's that?" She bit her lip, glancing away for a second before meeting my eyes again. "I might not feel comfortable if I see your face. And... maybe you wouldn't like mine either. Let's just keep the mystery, okay?" I almost blurted out if she had some kink for screwing strangers, but I held back. Didn't want to piss her off or ruin the moment. Since when did I give a shit about offending a woman? Usually, I'd say whatever the fuck I wanted, watch them squirm or storm off. But with her, it was different. She wasn't like the others I picked up; disposable, eager to please without questions. This one felt fragile, like

SHAYLE The weight of someone's huge hand cupping one of my tits yanked me out of sleep. Everything blurred at first; red lights glowed dimly on the walls that were lined with fake roses climbing like vines. Where was I? That wasn't even the right question pounding in my skull. Who the hell was laying next to me, and why was I buck-ass naked? My heart slammed against my ribs the moment the memories from last night came flashing back. Right. Him. The stranger who'd claimed my virginity just hours ago. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I still remembered the way his body felt against mine and the whole sensation of it all. I slid his massive palm off me gently, careful not to wake him. Propping up on one elbow, I realised I still had a mask clinging to my face. I fumbled with the ties, yanked it free, and threw it to the floor with a soft thud. God, I felt wrecked, like I'd run a marathon then got hit by a truck. First things first: stand straight and cover up. I sw

SHAYLE I gasped without sound. Even through the haze of alcohol that still clung to my brain, what he’d just said made sense. Everything suddenly did; the weird things I’d noticed earlier.I jerked from his grip, but Kieran caught my wrist again, steadying me before I could stumble again. His eyes searched my face, worry flickering there.“What happened? You look terrible,” he muttered.I forced a weak laugh, brushing my hair away from my face. “Long-ass story,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze. “Really complicated too.”There was no way in hell I’d tell him the truth. That I’d lost my virginity to some masked stranger at a club only to wake up and find out this morning that he was my boss? No way. What would he think of me? Suddenly, my stomach twisted weirdly. A strange, sick wave crawled up from the pit of it, and panic seized me. “Oh no,” I whispered, clamping my hand over my mouth as I bolted for the bathroom I’d just come from.I barely made it. Everything came out at once, a

LUCIENWhen I woke up, my head was pounding lightly, and the faint scent of perfume was still in the air; hers. I groaned and turned to the other side of the bed, expecting to find the body that had been beside me only hours ago.Nothing.My eyes opened fully. The sheets were cold, empty, the only thing beside me was the mask I had worn last night. For a few seconds, I just stared at it.I sat up instantly, throwing the sheets off and scanning the room. No clothes. No shoes. No trace of her anywhere.“What the fuck?” I muttered, running a hand through my hair as I got off the bed.I walked into the bathroom; it was empty. My pulse started to pick up. I looked around again, slower this time, but everything screamed the same thing; she left.“She really fucking left?” I whispered under my breath, feeling something twist hard in my chest.Grabbing my pants, I pulled them on quickly, threw on my jacket, and walked out of the room. The hallway was quiet except for the soft sound of the cl

SHAYLEI have a habit; I read into people too much and assume things without caring about the intention behind it. It’s like some weird defense mechanism that keeps screwing me over every damn time.It started with Carlos. He’d smile at me, talk softly, ask if I’d eaten. I thought he liked me. I thought maybe, finally, someone saw me. So, like the hopeless idiot I was, I confessed first. He must have seen that as an opportunity. He knew I liked him so he did whatever he wanted. Because well, where else could I go? Who else did I have?Then came Kieran. With his quiet charm and the way he looked at me. I thought it was something. It wasn’t. I mistook warmth for affection, politeness for interest. Story of my life.And now Lucien.Why the hell did I ever think we were close? Like friends? The man literally hates me. He makes it so clear it’s almost funny.I wonder how much deeper that hatred would go if he ever found out I was the woman he slept with last night.I made a decision that m