Hot Neighbor Obsession Novels & Stories

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”

The building didn't look like much, with little to no decorations but it looked pretty decent. Way better than my previous place. I knocked on the front door three times. It swung open after a few minutes to reveal a dark skin middle-aged woman with short black hair and puzzled brown eyes. Her furrowed eyebrows indicated her throwing questions in my direction and waiting for an introduction. “Hi, my name is Maya Jensen and this is my best friend, Violet Williams. I'm a new tenant here under Armando Corporations” I smiled politely and gave a little wave, Violet doing the same behind me.

she called out again. From the next door, someone heard the noise and poked their head out, smiling. "You're looking for your grandma, right?" "Yes, I just got back," Joey replied, sounding a bit frantic. "Your grandma went out with a man wearing a baseball cap—your husband, maybe?" the neighbor asked Joey with a smile. Zachary rarely came around, so the neighbor wasn't too familiar with his looks. Joey's anxiety heightened. Zachary didn't usually wear baseball caps, and the only guy she knew with one was the man who appeared in Riviera. The baseball cap triggered significant distress for her.

I bet he's high on weed. "Heeeeeey Lil mama!!!" Lil mama? We just met but he has such a ridiculous nickname for me? "Hey... I'm your new neighbour," I get straight to the point. "I was-" "My neighbour? Perfect! So I'll be seeing this sweet face every morning from now on-" I cut off his flirty remarks. "Hey. Can you please tone down the volume? I'm trying to watch something but-" He is staring at my lips. "Please stop talking, angel face. I just can't stop staring at your lips when they are moving like that. It's torture to my soul!"

For three months, I’d been squatting here, staring at that shitbox across the street—a dingy white ranch with shutters clinging by one screw each, their pink paint peeling like sunburned skin. Boss said to watch it, so I watched. Installed cameras in the oak tree out front, hacked the neighbor’s Wi-Fi to piggyback their Nest feed, even rigged a parabolic mic on the roof. Still. *Nada.* Unless you counted the parade of sketchy visitors: Hank lumbering out every dawn with Louise’s “World’s Best Mom” mug, cops with their hats tipped low, and city officials in cheap suits reeking of bourbon and bribes. My report was due in two hours. So far, all I had was:

He had enough people in his life to talk to, he didn’t need another one. “Talked to who?” The fourth member of their group arrived taking the seat beside Declan. Mason looked over at Jonathon and sighed. He would have to recite the whole story again, hopefully without interruption this time. “Okay, I’m only going to say this once so listen up and no interrupting.” He waited for their nods. They were used to his quirks, which was why they were still his friends and the only people he socialized with. “I have a new neighbor, her name is Lisa. She works at night, well, I assume she’s working. The gist of it is that she is a nocturnalist, like me—” He shot Declan a narrow glare when he opened hi

Ingrid was happy and getting used to being alone at home. Of course, she also felt a bit of sadness because she missed her cousin, especially now that she was the only one doing Zumba in the living room when she got home from work. But she was enjoying her solitude. She turned up the volume of her smart TV speakers because she had no neighbors to disturb. The unit she was renting was at the end of the building, and the one next door had been vacant since yesterday. It made her even more motivated to dance.

His breathing has changed. Subtle, but I notice. I noticed a lot about this son of a bitch. The way his pupils are slightly dilated. The tension in his shoulders that has nothing to do with anger. I know that look. I’ve seen it before, on other men, in darker places than hospital scrub rooms. “You know what your problem is, Morozov?” I ask, voice dropping lower. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” “Your problem is that you think obsession looks like competition.” I tilt my head, studying him. “But I’ve seen the difference. I know what it looks like when someone can’t stop watching. Can’t stop finding excuses to be in the same room. Can’t stop—”

I’m getting bored with this conversation. The woman with red lips was still looking at me intensely. That look made me very uncomfortable. At this point, her eyes studied me from top to bottom. She didn’t believe that I was human yet. “Moving on? New neighbor?” The woman opened her mouth dryly. “He’s our new neighbor!” “Neighbors? Ghosts?” She was frowning in disbelief. The woman with red lips had her mouth even more open. Huh, how long will this boring chat end? If they weren’t my neighbors, I would have thrown them off the roof of the building.

Will I continue to pine for her pussy? I plan to see Jade tonight and try to have a good time. I desperately need to let Tonya go, but the thought of another man touching her drives me insane. All I wanted to do last night was fuck her until I knew she would be too sore to even think about another cock. What the hell is wrong with me? I am not going to think about her or text her for at least a week. After that, I will see how I feel about her. Is this love or obsession or lust or something else? I do not know how I feel.