Hot Neighbor Obsession Novels & Stories

Sophia's POV I closed my eyes and let the hotel’s fluorescent lights blur into nothingness. This was soon going to become a habit. I did absolutely nothing. The maid came to clean the room on time and left. Dominic wasn't paying attention to me, and I hadn't gotten a return message from my men. All I did was stare at anything. Even my phone wasn't interesting to look at anymore. A maid came in, and I didn't bother to turn. “Ma'am, dinner's in an hour by the poolside,” she announced.

“A minute of silence will be observed for you, Marina! What the fuck did you call me for that couldn't wait?” My groan filled up my room and I was more than pissed off at that point. “Madam, you will never believe what happened” “Did you call me to guess or what? Why not be direct and just speak?” She scoffed right into my ears on the phone, and I just hissed loudly for her to hear. “Mr Axell brought that neighbor of his into this house and..” “What!!!” I jumped out of bed and walked over to my big window which displayed half of the city to me. The city lights and all that. I lifted the blinds and opened the windows, I needed to inhale the cool breeze.

I knew he was there again. Nick. My neighbour lives across that narrow alley between our buildings. His window faced mine, and every night my husband Mark was out of town, I'd catch his shadow behind those half-open blinds. He'd stand still, like he thought I couldn't see him in the dim light. But I could. I always could. Tonight was no different, except the kids were at my sister's for a sleepover, and the house felt empty, quiet in a way that made my skin tingle. Mark was gone for another business trip, leaving me alone with my thoughts and that growing heat between my legs that I couldn't ignore anymore.

My mind is a riot, one obsession pulsing above all else: Tyler Bennett. I’m more exhausted than I ever am in-season, more dehydrated, more raw. Ask me to name every freckle on his skin? I could do it blindfolded. Ask me to function in the real world? That’s a cruel joke. Yet somehow, we’re aware life still moves outside these walls. Just the other day, a new neighbor moved in across the street. Took us a few days to notice, but the moment we did… the air changed. Something about him, the way he moves, the curve of his frame, tugged at a memory I couldn’t place until I did.

Ethan was getting used to the rhythm of life in his new apartment. The late-night noises, the thin walls, and the intoxicating presence of his neighbor were becoming an undeniable part of his reality. He told himself he was adjusting. That was a lie. He wasn’t adjusting. He was obsessing.

The conversation was calm. She told me the club gossip, said the roses were winning the neighborhood contest, and commented on the plans for the next charity season. I listened, trying to be a present son, laughing at the right moments and talking about my trip, describing the architecture of Dubai and the exaggerated luxury of the desert dinners. But while I spoke of gold and skyscrapers, my mind kept returning to a black and gold card in a gallery in downtown New York, wondering if Kyle had already found the courage to call.

The way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. For weeks, I had convinced myself that Aiden’s obsession was exactly that. An obsession.. Something unhealthy , something irrational and something that would eventually burn itself out. But lately there had been moments that complicated everything. The coffee.. The food.. The way he’d looked almost embarrassed while admitting he’d stolen my wedding invitation. As if the thought of another person’s name beside mine genuinely bothered him and I hated how much that affected me, I hated it even more because a part of me liked it.

What’s with the fucking Batnip? Click. I slam the laptop shut and scream into the air. My neighbor shouts from next door, “Did you just fall in love or explode?” Thin walls. Tiny, lousy, shitty apartments. Affordable. “Neither!” But my heart is doing weird, traitorous things. Which is not in the contract.

FILTHY WITH THE SEXY OLDER COP HANNAH I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this! I’ve fantasized about watching Officer Keane, my unbelievably sexy neighbor, for months. This is the first night I’ve ever dared to do it, though. Maybe it’s because I turned 18 last week. I don’t know. Does spying on your sexy cop neighbor count as an adult decision? My pussy tells me it does. Of course, my pussy is also the reason I climbed the massive tree that separates our properties and is now straddling a branch at 11 p.m. trying to get a peek at my neighbor. Maybe I should start listening to my brain more.

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"