Novel & Cerita My Hot Neighbor

How he owns a building with 4 floors still baffles me. "Now be good, your next-door neighbor doesn't like loud people" My new landlord slurred. I assumed my neighbor was an old lady or perhaps an old man, perfect. The thought that I won't probably have to deal with an annoying neighbor when I've got problems of my own pleased me greatly. It's not like I had horrible neighbors while at Connecticut, I in fact made a couple of friends but not before going all out with most of them. An episode I don't want to talk about.

Norris could do better. Ok, Stop... Not my problem. “I heard that hot new transfer is your neighbor.” WHAT?? Has his house address leaked already? “New Transfer?” I am not gonna admit I know him. It will end up with the same signature question. Are you planning to fuck him, too? Not exact words, but something subtle. “Oh, come on! He lives somewhere near the lake. You live there too… Rich people!!” I roll my eyes. There must be hundreds of houses and not everyone there is well off.

" For What it's worth it's good to have the old you back and it's good to have you back in town because we've missed you I know that you had some things to sort out and you had some demons to fight but just so you know I'm here for you and you don't have to go through anything alone my wife was wondering if you're not too busy and if Cleopatra is not too busy if you guys could come through for dinner I mean the kids would love to see you and they would also love to see your kids and we also have a new neighbor by the way I think you might know him." "Who is our new neighbor because I'm not in the mood for any surprises but if I need to welcome anyone into her circle of friends I will be much

That is when he noticed, she looks so bright like the sun he hates. In the morning, he kept thinking about his neighbor. He saw a great place earlier on his news feed. It says there is a firework display later at seven in the evening, he remembers it is the yearly festival of their town. He can invite her to the bay walk. The fireworks are really gorgeous in that view. "Mom, do you know anything about our neighbor? The one in the 45th?" "I heard they are orphans. I don't know much about them. Why?"

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?”

How did this hallway get even hotter? Focus, Bella. Focus on the fact that this asshole was standing in front of my house. How did he even know my address? His grey eyes stared intently into mine. “I’m not stalking you, butterfly. I’m your new neighbor.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Alex was the new neighbor? Fuck, the universe is actually fucking with me. “What did you say?” I asked, hoping I didn’t hear those words well. A perfectly shaped brow rose, “Did I stutter, neighbor?”

he asked, his voice full of concern. We spent the next few minutes talking about the lawsuit. I updated him on the latest developments, the stress I was under, and the kids' reaction to everything. He listened intently, offering words of comfort and support. We also chatted about his job and the exciting things happening at Paris Fashion Week. "I also wanted to tell you about the new neighbors," I said, stirring a pot on the stove. "The Morris family moved in next door. They seem nice, and they have kids around Zenith and Zendaya’s age."

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.

I was still watching what was happening around me when suddenly, I saw a bus filled with lots of luggage coming into our streets slowly. “A new neighbor, huh? The kind that wouldn’t mind their business I guess” I hissed as I took a gulp from my tea and swallowed it peacefully. I hated neighbors that would never mind their business. They would always want to come over to your place to act all cool and pretend to be nice, so they could make their way into your heart. I could recall having an experience with a man called Nathan. He was nice and all sweet. He brought me cookies and I really enjoyed his company until one day, he came into my house very late at night.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”