ONE
Paige
A soft grunt sounded through the wall of the neighboring apartment.
I crushed the pillow over my head, trying desperately to block out the stifled sounds of sex echoing through the wall.
Another one of those faint groans.
“God, I need to move,” I groaned and rolled over, throwing another blanket over my head. The constant thud of a headboard kissing the wall my only reply.
“Please God, kill me now,” I prayed.
The sound of fucking subsided, muted groans fading until it was silent altogether.
Thank God.
I sighed, throwing the pillow off my head, my hair snarled in a mess around my shoulders. The clock read one o’clock in the morning.
It was the second time this week this had happened. When I’d walked through this apartment six months ago, the apartment next door was empty. I hadn’t even thought to ask about how the sound carried between the walls.
How could I?
This was my first apartment, my first time on my own. I’d lived with sorority sisters at the Kappa Alpha house off campus. But this…this was something else.
Despite all the fun I’d had in my college years, I was actually a pretty focused and responsible girl. I’d moved to the suburbs in the hopes of getting some quiet time, time to focus on case files, and get a full night’s rest every night. Six thirty a.m. came quickly.
If this kept up for much longer, I’d have to look at moving. Could I break my lease?
I heard the pad of footsteps in the other apartment, gone for a few minutes, then back in the bedroom again. The sound of the shower running started next, and I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing this was the normal routine.
So predictable.
I tucked myself into my blanket, curling up with my pillow, and wondered not for the first time what my new neighbor looked like. Short? Fat? Tall? Dark hair? Blond? I’d hoped to catch a glimpse of him, but in the short week he’d been here, I’d been working late and he’d been working even later. I didn’t hear his footsteps down our shared hallway until after eleven p.m. Some nights long after I was in my pajamas, glasses perched on my nose, with a book in my hands.
The shower turned off a moment later, and I instantly chastised myself for not forcing myself into a deep sleep before he was out again. A few times after his shower, instead of falling right asleep he listened to ESPN highlights. Loudly. He did everything loudly.
I prayed tonight wasn’t one of those nights.
I had an important case tomorrow, a surgery on a poodle that was something new and cutting edge. I was anxious to use some of the new equipment at the clinic. I’d spent hours, until my eyes were blurry, reading all the latest literature written by the other clinicians that were practicing these new methods.
I had to be well rested and awake tomorrow.
As my eyes finally shuttered closed, I hazily made a mental note that if Mr. Sex Machine next door kept me up another night, maybe I’d give him a taste of his own medicine.
Sure, it would be only me and my old and trusty vibrator, but I could give him a run for his money. If nothing else, at least I’d get an orgasm out of my revenge, and then I’d fall into a peaceful, sated sleep. Just like my dirty neighbor did.