Spying On Hot Neighbor Novels & Stories

I bit my lips, anxious and nervous and excited all at once. They did already but I asked to find out if you’d lie to me. He was a dirty liar. I knew it was just an excuse to text me. A silly excuse at that. Demetrio was a bad online conversation starter just like I knew he was. I didn’t even know how wide I was grinning when I responded. I’m in my hot neighbor’s house, enjoying all the attention he’s giving me since someone left me all alone in my bed. Does your hot neighbor have a death wish?

I wasn’t surprised; she’s always been almost as smart as I am. I did have several texts, though, and while they were interesting to read, my friends were mostly speculating. Milo and Wes had also sent me texts to check on me and my sister. And Milo mentioned he’d been keeping Jack’s house under surveillance to see if anyone really was spying on his neighbor, which I thought was odd since that was exactly what Jack was worried about. Was Milo’s watching him what was making him so nervous?

Nicole's eyes went wide as she turned to Ashley, her face pale with worry. "If you have seen, then it means he must have seen too," she whispered, her voice trembling. Ashley's grin faltered for a moment before she asked, "Who?" Nicole closed her eyes, as if trying to block out the memory. "Our new neighbor. When I was giving him the key, it fell, and I had to pick it up. Maybe that's why he was smiling so much."

I observe a man pacing back and forth while on the phone, appearing to look into a telescope pointed directly at me. I stagger backwards from the window and scramble to cover myself as I rush to the wall button that closes the blinds. "What the hell happened?" "I say aloud." That place was deserted before, and now there's a Peeping Tom living there? A Peeping Tom with a slew of telescopes all aimed at my window. My heart pounding in my chest as I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to recall if the man resembled anyone I knew. He's never been around here before. I'm pretty sure I'd remember a guy like that. I'm curious how long he stood there staring at me.

Planting kisses on her broken camera, she rubbed on the screen like it was a genie lamp as she peeked through the curtains for the umpteenth time only to discover her next-door neighbor had left his window open. “Shit.” She mouthed, hurrying over to her bedroom to ransack through her wardrobe till she found a pair of baggy pants and an oversized hoodie to wriggle into. From her years of experience in the field, she knew how to detect people's motives and strategies, and judging from the naivety of the rest of her neighbors on the block, they'd probably conclude the new guy was home. Definitely not her. She rushed out of her apartment, clutching her backup camera beneath her armpit till she g

I'm hot. I have never seen him being the bad boy that everyone talks about at school. I have always heard such things about him. But sometimes, a look into his level brown eyes that was almost frightening made me feel a weird kind of feeling. As if there was something underneath that quiet guy exterior - something primitive and deadly that could do a lot of damage if aroused. So, I know for sure that I should not mess with him. Back then, I did not know that I would be messing with him in the future. I'm so not ready to face my new neighbour.

But now, a room is bright, with the silhouette of a man sitting and watching. Oh, my god! My creepy neighbor is the burglar!

My voice is hoarse from screaming and gagging. Kai pulls me up into a sitting position on his lap, impaling me again while Jax and Marcus stroke their cocks inches from my face. “Look outside, Lila. They’ve got friends over now. Three more phones are recording. Wave and smile like the celebrity slut you are.” I turn my head. The neighbor’s living room is full. Mr. Thompson, his wife, and two other couples from the street. All of them watching. Jerking. Filming. One guy has his dick out openly, stroking in time with Kai’s thrusts.

Attraction aside, this was the most thoughtful thing he could have done. “How does it work?” “I have to put a different lens on,” he starts and opens a bag. “We might have to watch YouTube tutorials on this.” I laugh and use the sleeve of my coat to carefully wipe the dust off the metal. It takes us a while, but we finally get the thing ready. Wes goes inside to quickly check on Jackson and to turn off the back porch light. “You know,” I say when he comes back. “We could totally spy on your neighbors.”

Scott did as ordered without asking questions. "I have asked for a private investigator to check on my neighbors as there had been some creepy issues of being watched through binoculars from over the window of the house next to mine," Denny explained as he waited for Scott to finish the given tasks so he could ask for assistance in having a mic on him and a camera on his shirt button. "Is it her?" Asked Don Carlo with a deep frown. "Why?"