Grace has always struggled with adulthood and the responsibilities that come with it, So when a handsome man moves in next door to her, the young 19 year old develops an unusual desire for her middle aged neighbor who's hell bent on discipline, bala...
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GRACE'S POV:
If someone told future me that I drunk called my very strict neighbor last night, I wouldn't have believed you. If there's one thing i'll never do is let Enzo see that side of me- it's not pretty and I know he doesn't approve of it. I'm not oblivious to the fact that he's very much aware of the things I do but since there's nothing he can do about it, he said he'd erase it from his brain and look the other way as long as I don't do it around him.
We both know my life decisions don't and shouldn't affect him, but that's only when i'm not willingly handing him the keys to it when i'm under the influence, and even sometimes when i'm sober.
I wish drunk me would've been smart enough to remember that last night and I so wish I didn't wake up this morning... with the worst hangover of my life as a cherry on top. To make matters worse the curtains in my room were wide open, inviting the repulsing and burning, ball of fire in the sky to shoot rays of light straight at my face.
I had to let out of heavy groan as I turned my face away from the window and straight into the pillow below me. I stayed in that position for 5 minutes regretting every decision i've ever made leading up to this point- and preparing myself to face my next door neighbor.
I could stay in all day... or a couple days and avoid the man but after some long thinking I realized that wouldn't be the best thing to do. It would work in my favor for a little while but it would also entertain him because he knows i'll give in eventually and by then things will be much worse for my case. I don't think he's not going to do anything to me in particular but knowing I embarrassed myself last night is already killing me on its own.
How the hell am I going to get him to fuck me now? I did one thing that has been holding him back from me in the first place... Acting immaturely. I'm probably a walking ick to him now, I thought as I slowly got up from my bed, holding onto my head as if it would soothe my headache.
oh well, I guess we will cross that bridge when we get there.
My mouth feels like sandpaper and that is enough motivation to get me out of bed and into the kitchen to get me a nice old drink. I passed the living room on the way there and sighed at the 2 bottles of tequila sitting on the coffee table staring at me. I gave it the middle finger and continued my quest for water.
I quickly grabbed a water bottle from my fridge and chugged it like I haven't hydrated in days and after refreshing myself, I opted for a nice shower to freshen up my physical appearance before I have to face angry bird.
How he acted yesterday after my guests had left was odd. He was angry at first and then switched up out of nowhere so instead of saying something or lecturing me like he made it seem he would, he just told me to go to bed without another word. There was no hint of a angry tone either, It was as if I was talking to a different person and I didn't know which version of him I prefer.
