How Not To Date Your Neighbor Dailymotion นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Ethan’s neighbour moved in three months ago. Three months and seven days to be precise. He could remember the exact moment she got out of her car that Saturday morning. His wife could remember it too, but she could not be as precise as Ethan. Ethan remembered being drawn to the woman’s long blonde hair and fresh skin under her fawn mac. He also remembered that Harper was annoyed with him. She whispered, “Don’t stare,” under her breath. He hoped that his wife of ten years did not notice, even though he had only seen this new neighbour for a few seconds. He was already captivated. Ethan forced a small laugh, turned away, and looked down the road as they drove off for their weekend shopping.

It’s to your own accord and ways to know who your neighbors might be. He also hasn’t met his neighbor and for the two weeks they have spent on bickering with hand-written letters on their doors, she finally asked him to meet face-to-face. “What did you reply to her then?” His manager asked, looking all amused. He grins. “I’d meet her because why not. I might as well convince her to leave me alone.”

I smirk "What?" "Friends?" "Sure, it's not like i have an opinion in declining, it's raining" "Don't worry, i have an apartment close by" "You moved next door?" I flipped. "Nope, a couple of blocks down May street, roughly fifteen minutes from here" For a second i thought he was my next-door neighbor, which i doubt would be a good thing. "Oh ok, dinner?" I silently pray he declines my offer but the sweet son of a bitch incline.

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

Suddenly I feel nervous. It’s not like he would try to pull something on me on the first day we met, right? And certainly not while I am dressed like this? But why did he inadvertently try to ask if I had a boyfriend? Maybe I should invite him in and see where it goes? No, that’s probably a bad idea... we are neighbours after all. How awkward would it be to have a one night stand with your neighbour and have to see him all the time. Bad Blair! It’s ok to just have guy friends without benefits too! I’d best just go home and do some work...

I wondered how he would look shirtless. Don't you think about that, missy. Focus on your job and not men. Maybe we could just be friends. Or we could remain acquaintances. Whichever would be the best. I shrugged and headed for my apartment. I was about to unlock the door when I saw my neighbor coming out of his. About time. "Hi!" I shouted so he could hear. He purely waved back without a word. "Can I have a word with you?" I asked. "If you feel it's necessary." He spoke.

I turn back to Alma to apologize for my distant and probably rude behaviour, and I instantly want to roll my eyes. She has pulled her dress down to expose her breasts and has one hand working feverishly between her thighs. “Come play,” she moans. “You appear to have it under control,” I say dryly. She nods her head and closes her eyes. “Right, you just sit there and watch, it’ll be your turn in just a minute.” I ignore her moans and heavy breathing and scroll through my emails. Glancing out the window, I consider jumping out into traffic just to get away from this date from Hell. Luckily, I start seeing the familiar buildings of my street.

One of them roared, “Someone dared to mess with our family? They must have a death wish! We’ll make them pay!” Vera nodded furiously. Her eyes brimmed with malice as she shot a glare at my door. Just as they were about to start pounding and causing a ruckus, the door creaked open. Victor leaned against the doorframe. A cigarette dangling from his lips as he sneered. “Wow, don’t you know that your yelling is disturbing the neighbors? I guess your hearing is gone. Better get to a hospital to fix that. And while you’re at it, you might want to get your brains checked. Seems like you’re all in the late stages of brain cancer.”

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.