"August.."
I whimper, my back arching off the mattress.
His hands press down onto my stomach as he pushes me back down, I felt my legs buckle. I look down to see him between my legs, arms wrapped around my thighs, and his green eyes staring at me. He leaves kisses all over my inner thighs, almost as if he's teasing me.
My fingers run through his hair and he starts lapping me up, I tighten my grip onto his brown locks.
His hands move up, traveling underneath my shirt. He grabs onto my breasts. "August!".
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A banging sound on my door wakes me up, and I jump up. My eyes widen once I realize I just had a sex dream about my hot ass neighbor.
Damnit.
The banging continues, and I quickly get up from the covers. I grab an oversized t-shirt from my dresser.
"I'm coming!" I yell while still rubbing my eyes.
When I walk over towards the door and open it, I look up to see August. He stood there looking at me, his messy hair still a bit damp from last night.
Last night...
"It's six in the morning-" I quickly snap out of my thoughts.
"Exactly, so can you stop moaning my fucking name?" My face turns red with absolute embarrassment, and I look down.
Shit! I was that loud?
I just stand there with embarrassment probably written all over my face.
I finally get the courage to look up at him again.
"Who said it was about you anyways?" I fold my arm. "What if I know someone else?" He raises a brow, and he looks at me with amusement written all over his face.
"Listen Ellie, I may be a heavy sleeper but I can still hear you loud and clear. Shut the fuck up."
"you have an attitude problem. sort it out." I point my index finger into his chest, he leans in closer.
"Or what? What are you going to do?" He steps forward and holds my jaw again, locking eye contact with him. My throat goes dry again, and I think of something to say quickly.
"I-I'll do it again?"
Our lips are closer again, and he chuckles. "Knew it was my name." He says against my lips. "keep it down or just do it some other time, when I'm not sleeping." And with that, he steps away to go back into his apartment.
I watch him enter his apartment again,
damn why does this man have such a big ego?
I roll my eyes and slam my door shut. Fuck, I really need a job or to get laid.
Either is fine.
Maybe a job sounds better.
Getting a job sounds nicer.
I glance at the clock I put up a few days ago; 8 in the morning. Since I'm already awake and there is no way in hell I'm going back to sleep again, I head to the shower to freshen up.
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After I freshen up and put on a simple dress and a sweater, I head out to begin searching for jobs. I put my hair into a bun with two strands out and grab my car keys. I decide taking the stairs, thinking about not wanting to get stuck in the elevator again. I mean could you blame me?
I say my goodbyes and decide to walk in the streets instead. During my walk I see a bookstore with a coffee shop in it. It appears to be relatively new, only being built 7 years ago. The store appears to be busy for a Saturday, and to my lock there was a big banner.
YOU ARE READING
The Neighbor Next Door
Fantasy"Oh dear, we don't ever go near that door....No one in the flat does. The 'mean' man that lives there is August Romanov." ~ ~ ~ My father was always warned by every neighbor in town to never go near, or knock on that house. Father always hated it wh...
