Nursing Elle

Neighbors

Elle

It was unexpected. Sure, I wanted to try. Mostly because I wanted to stalk his profile. It was a girl thing.

I picked up my phone which I had thrown on the bed put of shock.

I was still too stunned to actually message him. I figured I would do that later and decided to stalk his profile.

Yeah, b***h! Let's do this.

Imagine my disappointment when all I could see was three pictures. Hotties like him didn't work that way. Where was the freaking thirst pics? No single picture by the poolside, Just him smiling and being simple.

You were after d**k pics?

"Of course not."

It was stupid speaking to your head but it was the perks of having a room all to yourself.

I continued observing the pictures, Not sure why but his eyes, they hypnotized me.

Those ocean orbs staring at me like they were right here.

Another picture then caught my attention. He took selfies in all seven but in the last picture, he wasn't alone. He was smiling happily with an equally happy woman next to him.

Just then, The picture vanished. It was surprising. I refreshed his page but it was gone, Almost like he deleted it.

That was odd... Was he hiding something? A rush of cold air coursed through me just thinking I've somehow entangled myself with a national threat.

Aren't you the one who's always babbling about loving the bad boys?

Not that I cared if he was a criminal but a perverted part of me just wanted to...taste him, literally.

If you're going to do that, message him! It's not like some random opportunity will pop up.

For the first time, I actually agreed with my subconscious. It was going to be pretty embarrassing but nothing starts without a 'hey'.

I could already picture how our conversation would go in my messed up brain but someone had to ruin the moment.

"Alex Payne!"

He wouldn't take a hint. He ignored my text earlier. Now It was his time to feel the pain. It wasn't like he was sincerely bothered. He was lonely and wanted me by his side. I made up my mind to ignore his calls till he got bored but I knew Alex. He wouldn't stop till he got want he wanted and that was my answer. So I picked up.

"Hey..."

"Why aren't you picking my calls?"

"Cause I don't want to speak to you. I thought that was clear enough." I shot back.

How dumb did he think I was?

"I'm sorry. I didn't pick your calls. I was busy."

Oh, That dumb.

"I understand. Which is why I'll make it easy for you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's over."

"What! You don't get to do that. No one gets to do that!" He retorted.

I could hear his heavy breathing. He was having a fit. It was scary but I felt safe in the confines of my room. It gave me the courage to speak on.

"Well, I did. Now that I look at it, you were never my type."

"No. This isn't you. Who is telling you these lies? Let me remind you something Elle, No one will love you like I do."

"Ok," I replied calmly. I knew what he was looking for and I wasn't going to give him.

"Yes! And... Something else, I'm everyone's type. I might even go for your mom next."

Typical Alex but I'd been dealing with this s**t since like forever but now, This was the last straw.

"f**k you!" I yelled into the phone before cutting him off.

My inner b***h really did the work there. I felt free, a mental strain I never knew was there was loosened. Then it occurred to me what was stressing me out, It was Alex. It might not be some killer disease causing the cramps and my pause. It was him. There was someone to thank for that.

Dr. Ethan Hale, my new addiction.

***

Ethan

For someone who promised himself not to go close to anything that could remind him of his pain, I was definitely being stupid accepting her request and when she was online. If she started a conversation, I was quite sure I wasn't going to ignore it. Why else would I delete a compromising picture.

I made up my mind to block her but that would be weird. Why would I accept her request only to block her? I was going to be the inconsiderate one.

So you'll be friends?

I mean there was no harm. It wasn't like I was going to make my move and knowing what a nervous wreck she was, I doubted she would. But... This was all in my head. What if I made the first move? I was attracted to her no doubt and she wasn't blonde... The best idea was to block her but first, I had to fulfill my perverted fantasies.

I got the lube and the perfect imagination.

She was such a turn on. I closed my eyes and stroked my shaft from the constraints of my shorts.

Sweet pleasure.

It throbbed and threatened to tear out of its constraints but that was the key, Sweet torture.

It stripped my shorts off making my mushroom bob dangerously at me, Threatening to end me if I didn't give him what he wanted.

I greedily greased my fingers with lube, perfect for the job.

Closing my eyes, I imagined her tight little hole going through me for the first time.

So tight!

This was what she would feel like.

Having had her in my fingers before, I knew I couldn't be wrong.

Still closing my eyes, I would feel red, bloody red saturated with an aura of pink.

"f**k!" I reprimanded as I got closer to sweet pleasure.

No, I wanted the torture.

The strokes were slower. The imaginary girl smiling down at me not wanting to be disappointed. The cold air in the room felt like her fingers, caressing my n*****s and tasting them.

I longed for that.

The feeling prompted me to work faster.

Yes! f**k!

Little mushroom held on, A lost hope. My breath quickened as I got closer. The adrenaline made me jelly... Literally.

"Ahhhh..." I trailed off, stopping the admire the beautiful streak of art on me.

I planned to stay in bed, to regain strength before calling Julio, my driver. I was moving in today.

Almost immediately, my phone rang.

Julio.

I picked up wondering shy he was pestering me at this delicate moment. I needed rest, I crave it.

"Boss, I'm outside."

His revelation made me spiral off the bed.

"It's six in the morning."

"I figured the early bird gets the worm."

You are so f*****g wrong!

He was surely not getting a tip from me.

I rushed downstairs, half walking. There was one time to clean myself up and my white shirt stuck to my skin where the c*m had been. Hopefully, it wasn't noticeable.

"Good morning." Julio greeted seeing me scramble down the stairs in the rush hour.

"It was." I bluntly replied before handing out a card to a hotel attendant.

There was so much to do today. I had to move in today and still had to make it for work. Rough day for a gloomy Tuesday.

The attendant returned my credit card with a smile.

"Thanks for..."

Blah...Blah...Blah... I knew it all.

The moment she handed over the card, I took it, flashing her a smile before walking out with Julio.

South Martel avenue was a twenty-minute drive from the hotel and we arrived at the small house in no time.

I asked Julio to wait, took my luggage and headed for the condo.

As I approached the new house, I took a glimpse at my neighbors.

House 45.

It was Elle's but there was no sign of her there. Still, I felt like I was being watched.

I inspected the building further before giving up. Moreover, time was running out, I had to be in the clinic asap. There was no time to think about her.

Not at...

"Hey, You're our new neighbor right?" A female voiced directly behind me.

I stopped for a sec and turned to face them. Elle first and someone who looked like her mother...