Novel & Cerita My Hot Neighbor

“There’s many of us who wouldn’t disagree.” Adrienne rolled her eyes and groaned. She wanted to tell her friends about her new next-door neighbor. But after hearing how obsessed they were with him, she decided not to inform them. At least not yet. She knew the minute she told them, they would have a stakeout in her apartment. Not that she minded having them over. She didn’t want Justin Adams to realize that his neighbor and her friends watched him in his own private refuge like he was a goldfish in a fish tank.

“Since we’re going to be neighbors, let me go ahead and introduce my—” “Don’t bother. We won’t be meeting again any time soon.” “What makes you say that?” She offers him no answer. Ugh. When is Fae going to get her big fat bottom here??? “Perhaps tomorrow is a better time for you?” the handsome neighbor playfully remarks with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’m here, I’m here.” Felicity comes rushing out of the house rather frantic. “Don’t kill me now.” “Hey, neighbor!” the persistent guy from next door greets.

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”

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.

I was going to watch a bunch of p**n and get stoned and jack off a bunch. I'd gotten into my running stuff that Friday and taken a nice hit from my bong before heading outside. I loved working out high just as much as I loved having sex high. I was just coming down the stairs when I saw Mr. Hot-Older-Neighbor doing some stretching out in front of our building. He was wearing a pair of grey compression running shorts with drawstring and darker olive Nike running shoes and that was it. He really was a very attractive man—my young wife wasn't exaggerating in her constant fawning over him.

“Not playthings. I just love exploring, and the last time I didn't explore enough with you because you were drunk and..” “So, what? Do you want to do it again, so you can explore more? What sort of a man are you? You had a one-night stand with me, left me all alone with a damn note,” she sneezed and then looked back at me like she wasn't done talking. “Then you show up at my school and suddenly you are my boss, like that wasn't enough you show up at my street, the house opposite mine, and we are suddenly neighbors! And now you are telling me to my face that you want to explore more?!!!”

I was just taking a morning stroll around the service apartment complex I rented and seeing this hunk in human form was intoxicating. The sun was barely up and he was already out here looking like that. He walked towards the apartment which was about a stone's throw from mine and that was when it clicked. This man was my actual neighbour. Oh gosh. My eyes would never get bored as long as I lived here. I preened myself, ran a hand through my hair and walked towards him just as he slid his phone into his pocket. He turned and fixed those sexy eyes on me. That look he gave me just then. I would have stripped out completely if he'd asked me to.

Hot guys in most movies tended to be serial killers and though it was silly to compare a movie to a real life situation, I couldn't be too careful. When we reached the front yard, we found lots of other female neighbors leaving who had also come to welcome the new neighbor. So I knew if I didn't play my cards right this whole plan would go down the drain. I put on my best smile and knocked on the door. The new neighbor opened it almost immediately and I could see from the bored expression on his face that he didn't appreciate the visitors he was getting. This would be harder than I thought. "Hello there," I said sweetly, "I'm Melissa and this is my friend Rachel. We live just next door."

There stood Lucas Hale — my arrogant, ridiculously hot neighbor from across the hall. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing a tight black t-shirt that did nothing to hide the sculpted muscles underneath. His dark hair was slightly messy, and that signature cocky smirk played on his lips as his eyes slowly dragged down my body. “Morning, neighbor,” he drawled. “You look like someone just told you your cat died.” “I don’t have a cat,” I muttered, stepping aside to let him in. He walked past me like he owned the place, carrying the familiar scent of expensive cologne and clean male skin.

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."