Angela
I sat in front of my mirror staring at my own reflection, wishing I could see my worth but the only things I saw were the things I lack.
I love parting, being the center of attention, and most of all hot men. But most of my personality was only a mask I wear to hide away who I really am. I’m a woman with lots of flaws but stitched with good intentions. Which is why when I’m outside this four-walled room of mine I’m a whole different person.
There’s a reason why I act different, it’s because I was bullied back in high school. It’s a good thing that Fran and Stephen were there for me or else I wouldn’t have survived.
It’s been exactly three days since I met our new neighbor. Ever since I saw him I’ve been having dreams about those piercing eyes of his and how his velvet voice would sound if he spoke my name. I dreamed of him touching me and placing those sharp lips of his all over my neck. Even just the thought of him made me all hot and bothered.
I wanted to know him… Too bad I wasn’t his type. I try not to let those words get to me but they always do.
If only I could know his name then I—
“Oh my god, Jaxon! Right there! Jaxon!”
A woman moaned from the opposite side of the wall which happens to be my neighbor’s apartment. I snapped my head towards the wall and glared at it. I couldn’t help but feel a tad bit bothered that he had a woman or probably a girlfriend. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
He’s extremely handsome and super cold towards me, so it could only mean he’s loyal towards his girlfriend or he’s a total dick.
“Fast Jaxon! Faster!”
Suddenly I wish I didn’t know his name. I walked over to the wall that separated me from my neighbor’s apartment and I slammed my fist repeatedly on the wall. I expected them to be quiet but the woman suddenly shrieked a moan as the banging from the other side seemed like he was pounding her against the wall.
I wish Fran were here to go all Habanero on them.
I didn’t want to go to sleep hearing them go at it all night so I stormed out of my apartment wearing nothing but a tank top and short shorts. I walked over to my neighbor’s door and started hitting the doorbell button repeatedly. I stopped once the door slammed open.
“What—Oh, it’s just you.” he said in a bored tone. I smirked and said “Can you please keep it down? It seems like you’re having too much fun.” I suddenly felt my confidence seeping into my body. I also held the urge to throw myself at him just because he’s wearing nothing but boxers. I could even see the V on his body leading to somewhere I’ve been fantasizing about for three days.
“I know.” Was all he said.
“Then it would be right for my good neighbor to tone it down.” I told him. He leaned against the doorframe and said “But what if I’m not the good neighbor?” the question caught me off guard. It’s funny how I can easily flirt with any other guy but when it comes to him I get completely tongue tied.
“I’ll admit that I’m having fun but it’ll be more fun if it was with you.” he seductively said as he slowly walked towards me and entrapped me within his arms with my back against the wall of the hallway.
“We can make our own fun.” he whispered into my ear sending pleasurable shivers down my back. I could feel my whole body tremble in want, holding back the urge to close that agonizing gap between our lips. As I smelt his scent it threw me off guard, he smelt of flowers? I was expecting something manly or shaving cream but instead it was flowers and cigarettes. Maybe it was the woman’s scent.
Even though it was flowers the smell was just enough to make me want to lean in more. I want nothing than to drown in his scent. Nothing’s more attractive than a man who smells absolutely divine. I was speechless within his presence but so many questions and words I wanted to voice but it’s as if my tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth.
“What say you?” he asked as he caressed my lips with his hands. His lips were dangerously near mine. His free hand caressed my exposed skin from the length of my arms to my exposed collarbones. Before I could say or do anything somebody interrupted us.
“Jaxon, what’s taking you so long?” a woman’s voice sounded from the door. The handsome being in front of me, whose name I found out from him having sex with another woman is Jaxon.
Jaxon glanced over his shoulder with a bold look and said “Oh, I forgot about you.” What! How can he say that to his girlfriend? Does he have no heart?
I looked over to his girlfriend standing at the door wearing nothing but a large shirt, my guess would be that shirt belonged to Jaxon. Not to mention, the woman was drop-dead gorgeous. She looked like she just walked off the cover of a magazine. The woman looked over to me and that’s when I realized the position I was in with Jaxon.
I pushed Jaxon away from me and said “This isn’t what it looks like.” I tried explaining but I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. The woman smirked at me and asked “Oh, is she going to join the fun?” I felt like my whole body froze and I was cracking everywhere.
Jaxon leaned against the wall of the hallway and said casually “Nope, I don’t think she’s interested.” Were they the kind of people who joined other people in their sexual activities?
The woman scoffed and said “Then don’t have too much fun with her tonight. Tonight is my night, remember?” I could literally feel my jaw drop to the ground.
“Yeah, yeah.” Jaxon said as he waved the woman off.
“You and your girlfriend are weird.” my words were finally working. Jaxon smirked at me and said “She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t need one when I can have many.”
I think I’ve found the male version of myself.
“Something we can agree on.” I told him, suddenly acting like talking to him was natural. He smirked and asked “Oh? So you’re like me? Interesting.” Then he once again trapped me within his arms with my back against the wall, not that I’m complaining.
“Then you won’t mind if I do this?” he asked, giving me no room to answer his question. Instead, he smashed his lips upon mine in a fiery hot passionate kiss. I felt every cell in my body burn up from the heated kiss. His hands roamed underneath the cloth of my tank top, leaving a scorching trail as he touched my skin with his own.
This definitely wasn’t my first kiss, but damn, this is the best kiss I’ve ever received in my life. It wasn’t sloppy nor was it too firm, it had the right amount of passion and rhythm to it. He even went to the point in nibbling my bottom lip making me grip his shoulders like my life depended on it.
His lips were soft and controlling, he made my lips move against his in the way he wanted it to. He licked my bottom lip as if to ask entry to my mouth which I happily obliged but as I opened my mouth for him he pulled away. He smirked as he stared at me who looked completely dazed from the kiss and my mouth was opened in want.
“You might be fun… But as I said, you’re not my type.” he said as his grey eyes stared into mine. My heart broke from his words making me feel like a complete idiot. I wanted nothing more than to disappear into the wall, to be away from those alluring grey eyes that seem to lure me in every time.
The smirk didn’t left his face as he casually turned around and walked back into his apartment. Before he could close his door he called out “Don’t worry, I will keep it down as you said. I’ll be gentle to her.” With those words he closed the door shut. I didn’t waste time as I stormed back into my apartment and slammed the door shut, even making sure to lock the door twice. But no matter how many times I would lock this door, even if I barricaded it his eyes would still haunt me.
With my back against the door I slid down to the floor as I clutched my head. Everywhere Jaxon touched burned and ached an uncontrollable desire. My stomach was in knots. I’ve never felt something like this for any man before. This must’ve been what Fran told me about how she felt towards Ciel.
Vacation was almost over and I should’ve been sad but I’m rather looking forward to going back to work. I would finally have something to keep myself occupied rather than daydreaming about my neighbor that’s irresistibly bad for me.