My Hot Neighbor Novels & Stories

Danielle's POV. The young man flashed another charming smile at me and said with a husky voice, "I am your neighbour from next door. I had no idea that someone has moved in here. Usually, I come to your backyard to meditate and enjoy the view. The view here is a lot better than mine. I was even contemplating moving in here just because of the view." I was still stunned, unable to speak. He wasn't just handsome, he was cheerful and free spirited.

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

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.

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?”

My best friend insisted I get a professional to check the entire place for spy cameras, so I did. Finally, my life resumed normal once more. I started looking for a new lady roommate. This time, I was much more cautious than before. I no longer want another creepy roommate. Late at night, when all was quiet next door, I finally had the night to myself. "That idiot. If he were to watch the video earlier, he would have realized I'm not a woman." Yes. Yours truly, a man.