Guy Next Door Novels & Stories

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.

She asked. “It's nicer than I expected. I'm already settled in.” I said, trying to sound vague. Knowing Kayla she’d ask me hundred and one questions about everything. “And?? Any hot neighbors??” She asked. I sighed, failing to keep the blush from my face. "I met one. A guy next door. He helped me carry my boxes. ‎She immediately sits up and zooms into the camera giving me a good view of her forehead. ‎”Wait, give me details. Is he hot? How tall is he? Does he look like someone I could date?”

The darn room could as well be turned upside down for all he cared. Grabbing his jacket from the couch, he sauntered over to the fridge and grabbed a chilled beer. Knowing his electricity bill might be due soon, and he could best appreciate having a cold drink while he could, he knocked the lid open. With a bear in one hand, he wriggled into his jacket as he strolled out heading for the rooftop. Then from a distance, despite the dim lighting of the hallway, he could sight Gia, his next-door neighbor, strutting towards him.

My aunt doted on him and she did most things on her own anyway, in fact, it seemed like they kept him here as more of a companion than a son. "So, who lives next door?" I questioned as we waited for lemon baked cake , curiosity of the man I had seen earlier getting to me . "Next door?" My aunt looked at me confused for a second before her eyes lit up in realization . " oh that Jeremy Sanchez ? Yes, well a young man by name of Jeremy Sanchez he comes over here once In a while his our old next door neigbour . He owns a large businesses in London ,the united states and all over Europe .He has a reputation of been called the ladies man ,kinda a sex addicted womaniser .She spat

“If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to reach out to me.” “Thank you, Harry,” the words come in a rich, deep tone. Mr. Next Door digs into his pocket, pulls out some cash and hands it over to Harry. “Oh…” Harry chuckles happily. “Thank you very much sir, you're very generous.” Hmm. Mr. Next Door is a sweet guy. I can't wait to meet him. Well, I hope he isn't a shithead like the other guy who was kicked out of the building.

“What is it?” “Chase is coming down the stairs. Speaking of Chase, you said your cousin lives in this city right? Can you help me reach out to her? There's a function this Saturday and I can't take Chase along with me. Can she help me watch him, that's if she's free.” I picked Chase up and put him in my lap. “I’ll shoot her a text for you, don't worry.” Brad had been my next door neighbor for the four years that I lived abroad and while we didn't exactly see eye to eye at first and we hated each other for at least the first six months, we ended up becoming best of friends for the remaining time.

I got home but couldn't stop thinking of the lady I met at the mall, who claimed to be my next door neighbor. "Next door neighbor". I murmured to myself How can I have a next door neighbor when I remembered I stayed in an estate with just my order brother, who is this lady and why was are her words ringing in my head.

Cold glares were all he always sent in my way. "Take my advice here, new girl", Evie started, leaning up to look over at me. "Don't get your hopes up if you a relationship kind of girl, John clearly doesn't do those but if you looking for a fun distraction, he lives right next door, it could be fun for you", She giggled. "Am not interested in him in fact I don't even know him yet", I insisted.

My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts. A terrible heat took over my body, and even though I wanted to avoid it by taking a cold shower, I could not. It was stronger than me. When I realized, there I was, once again touching myself and thinking about my hot neighbor. But none of this topped the way he treated me after saving me. I never thought that my pimp neighbor, who throws parties and fills his house with women, would be so helpful that he would not even allow me to get an ice pack to make a lousy compress.