Hottie Next Door Novels & Stories

“Now that's our Greek god... “Ursula sighed, opening her mouth. I looked at the entrance and saw a blond man, 1.90m tall, his beard marked his features, shaping his face and his hair had a military style cut. He wore black shorts, a white t-shirt and had tattoos that covered his entire arm. I completely agreed about Ursula opening her mouth, because he was appetizing... I mean good-looking. “ Jackson... “Ursula smiled and looked at me. “You must know him, he is your next-door neighbor in apartment 78.

“Find her, Apollo. Track her down. Now.” “What?!” He stares at me, stunned. I just raise an eyebrow in reply. “You’re serious?” he presses. My silence is answer enough. He sighs deeply. “Alright, alright—you’re dead serious.” “You know I don’t work for free, Vitale. This’ll cost you half a million dollars.” I smirk. “Even if it cost a million, I’d pay every penny to find her.” He shakes his head and starts typing furiously on his laptop. “This is insane. Thaddeus Vitale—the coldest bastard I know—head over heels for a woman who lied straight to his face. Man, the others need to hear about this. This’ll be gold.”

I’m still staring at the other one. “I’m Ronan,” he says finally. I hesitate. “Kaia.” The Maddox guy clears his throat, breaking whatever haze was forming between us. “I'm Maddox.” He says with what looks like a nervous chuckle. “And I'm… sorry for the way I grabbed you and… harassed you yesterday.” I almost smile. Not the regular soft smile. But the demeaning one. People are chameleons. From the cocky smirk and wild energy last night, I expected him to be the type who’d double down. Maybe throw a wink and call it foreplay.

"Yeah?" ​"I'm sorry," I said, pointing a finger directly at his chest. "Are you cooking?" ​He blinked, his thick dark eyebrows pulling together in mild confusion. "Yeah... why?" ​"Because it smells ridiculously good," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Can I have a taste?" ​He looked past me into the empty hallway, then back down at my face, stepping back an inch. "Who are you?" ​"Oh, right! I'm Tasha," I blurted out, offering a bright, unbothered smile. "Your new next-door neighbor. We literally just moved in yesterday."

“This afternoon. People brought boxes. Lots of boxes. Big boxes. Maybe furniture. Maybe treasure.” “Maybe bodies,” Max said enthusiastically. I looked at him. He smiled innocently. “I saw it in Tío Theo’s movie.” Bianna sat a little straighter, Max still trapped in her lap. “The empty house next door?” “Mm-hm,” Issa answered. “The lights are pretty now.” I stared at the glow behind the trees. The house next door had never felt close before. This community was designed so every owner could pretend they didn’t have neighbors, only expensive trees and driveways that were far too long. But tonight, those lights made the distance shrink.

Then, as the older girl is yelling, a man in a bathrobe comes running out of the apartment next door, calling out his apologies for his daughter scaring me. The first thing I see is a set of perfect abs, and I have a hard time pulling away from the sight. Wow, what a handsome set of abs. My eyes move up from the abs to the eyes of the tall, tanned man. He looks incredibly relaxed and handsome as he stands in front of me, but it takes me about five seconds longer than it should to put it together. I can’t help but gulp as I set down the girl in my arms. My boss…he’s my neighbor?!

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

I stop cold, my grip tightening around the cup. Standing in front of the building, in black jeans and a jacket, is him. Khylon. Talking to the delivery guys as they load the last few things into the back of the truck. His hands are in his pockets, casual as ever. Like he belongs here. Like he’s not the reason I can’t think straight. Brittany follows my gaze. “Oh my gosh. The new neighbor is smoking hot.” “Khylon?” “Wait, is this professor guy?” She nudges my side with her elbow. “You didn’t tell me he was moving in, Lovie.”

Maya’s words faded away at busy. “Hmm. Forgiven,” Abby states. “But don’t you dare make it a habit.” “No. I won’t,” Maya chuckles. “Fine. Tell me. How’s your new neighborhood? Met anyone yet?” “No. But hey. There’s something…” “What?” Abby grows curious. “Liam. He’s my neighbor.” “Liam who?” “Parker.” Abby doesn’t get it. Then… “Wait! Liam Parker? You mean, your classmate? That weirdo?” she exclaimed in a shrill voice.

Hottie will definitely take me to a grand place and all I have is grandma's clothes'' I rolled my eyes and decided to message Hottie. Me : Where are we going? I don't want to get underdressed or overdressed. I still didn't get a reply even after waiting for 5min. Is he just busy doing something or did he forget about the date? After another 10 min, I finally got a replay. Mr. Hottie 😈 : Dress casually. What? That's it? He is too straightforward. I sighed and looked at Nat, who was still going on a rampage to find me a dress.