Wild Riders

New Girl

Axel

I woke up, almost falling from my bed. I hadn't been home for two days, and the next thing I learned was that someone had apparently moved into the house next to mine. I couldn't believe it when Tom told me he saw a girl carrying boxes into the house. Truth be told, it looked like a crack house. Nobody lived there for ages, and it seemed, the owner didn't mind leaving it to waste away and become one with nature, 'cause I've never seen anybody come by and clean up the damn mess. Not like it bothered me. As long as my stuff was clean, and I was able to overlook it, I didn't care for the s**t from others. Things tend to take a bad turn if you are unable to keep watch over everything, and I like to have things under control. Honestly, the fact that I now have a neighbor to worry about is pissing me off. I just hope it's not some nosy b***h. On the other hand...

What's the best recipe to make women leave?

Who said I couldn't have some fun with this, with her?

Rolling out of bed, I ran a hand through my hair. "f*****g hammering. What does she have to hammer so early in the f*****g morning?!" Putting on some boxer shorts, I walked out on my terrace.

My and her house stand pretty close, maybe 5 meters apart, both terraces facing the beach. I could see through every window, which was on the side, facing my house.

Taking a bit too long to observe her house, trying to see if I'd be able to catch a glimpse of what she looked like, I finally gave up. To be fair, I just wanted to tell her to hold her repair session in the afternoon, so I could sleep some more, but now, the music was blasting to the fullest and the only thing it did to the awful mood that I was in, was making it worse.

Knocking on her door, it only took a few seconds before the door swung wide open. I was taken aback when I saw the woman that was standing before me. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt that was hidden underneath a bluesman, which looked more grey than blue, and that was strapped over one of her shoulders, visibly a few sizes too big for her, since she had to roll up the pants at her ankles; she seemed fierce. Her dark wavy hair was up in a messy bun that was probably neatly made but got disheveled once she started working. It seemed as if the sun was giving her a halo above her head, as it was shining from just the right angle, and I'm pretty damn sure that if a disciple, from any religion that exists in this f****d up world, was to walk by in this exact moment, he would declare that he saw an angel grace the surface of Earth with its glory; I would even go as far as to say, she could turn a nonbeliever into a believer with just the spark that lit up her eyes in the morning sun.

"You're just gonna stare at me or what?" her voice shook me out of the trance I was in, making me question my sanity. I have never admired women like that. I knew how to appreciate their lush curves and their sweet seductive voices, how they could make me lose my mind, and go mad over them with just the sound of my name rolling off their tongues, but none of them made me think of them as some kind of goddess. They wanted me to please them, and I did, but not selflessly. I'm a selfish bastard, with the little twist that I enjoy seeing women arch their backs when they're lying under me in ecstasy.