All Chapters of Dirty (short stories): Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

The reception lights dimmed slowly as the last guests wandered toward the beach bonfire. The band had switched to soft acoustic guitar. Tom and Lila had slipped away earlier, stealing glances and giggles like teenagers. Nadia and Kai stayed on the terrace longer than anyone else. They danced one final slow song under the string lights, bodies pressed close, hands gentle, no rush at all. When the music faded, Kai took her hand without speaking. They walked the lantern-lit path back to his villa side by side. No words yet—just the sound of their footsteps on stone and the occasional brush of fingers. Inside the villa, he closed the door softly and turned to her. Moonlight poured through the open balcony doors, painting silver stripes across the floor. He stepped close, cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks like she was something fragile and precious. “I love you,” he said quietly, voice steady. “I should’ve said it every morning when I woke up next to you. Ever

Lena barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard his voice again—low, amused, commanding. “Don’t stop now, neighbor.” Her body stayed restless, thighs slick even hours later. She touched herself twice more before dawn, whispering into the dark, imagining it was him. The next day dragged. Work felt distant. All she could think about was 11 p.m. Would he do it again? Would he talk to her through the wall? Would she answer? She came home early, showered, ate nothing. Dressed in a thin tank top and shorts—nothing sexy on purpose, but nothing to hide either. She sat on her bed at 10:55, heart hammering, waiting. At 11:02, the sounds started. Same creak of the bed. Same low groan. But no woman’s voice this time. Just him—alone. He was stroking himself. Slow. Deliberate. The rhythm was different—longer pauses, heavier breaths. Then his voice—clear, close, like he was speaking right against the wall. “You there tonight, neighbor?” Lena’s breat