My Mysterious Neighbor

5. Warning

Ella

It's Saturday and I am at home wallowing in my own jealousy. Seeing Malik with another girl just pisses me off. I grit my teeth when I remember her face, perfect blue eyes, and long blond hair. Her slender figure was at most perfect too, no wonder he would be with such a girl. Grwww…I scream into my pillow. I haven't even gotten out of bed yet. I just keep thinking about him and then his tall blond pops up in my hand and I scream once more.

Besty peaks at me curiously and goes back to playing with her chew toy.

“Yes girl, that man has me confused, one day he is kissing me and the next I meet... she is probably his wife and I was deceived. For someone with a bad past with men, I should have learned my lesson but no!!!!!” I scream into the pillow once more. Such a poor pillow.

I know I am being overly dramatic but I can't help it when my heart aches like crazy. My mind is going wild and now he is also invading my dreams. I have never had such an effect from a man before.

Besty just continues to chew on her toy like I am not having a mental breakdown right in front of her.

“Yeah, keep on ignoring me and I won't give you any pizza slices today.” At this, she tilts her head at me, she hears her favorite meal and I smile.

She barks at me, talking in her own language that I can't understand but she thinks I do.

“I will give you some when I order, 'cause you are a good girl.” I hug her close to me.

She is my source of comfort. After that embarrassment I went through yesterday, I plan to hide in my house the entire day until it's Monday.

I decide to get up and start my day even though it's close to the afternoon now. I take my morning shower and get dressed in sweatpants and a crop top. I head to my kitchen and begin preparing breakfast, just a simple sandwich; my appetite is somewhat bad today.

After having breakfast, I make myself busy with baking some chocolate chip muffins. I gather all the ingredients and get busy with mixing them, making sure I use the right proportions.

Music is blasting in the kitchen while I get lost in the rhythm, swaying my hips as I add some flour to the mixer. Humming the song playing, I get lost in the rhythm of it all. Besty just watches me, letting me go on about my day. It's not like I have anything planned except to spend time indoors and avoid my sexy neighbor as much as possible.

The mixture is done and when I turn around to put it in the muffin pan, I instantly stop. My eyes are as wide as saucers. I blink a few times and when the image in front of me doesn't change, I let go of the mixing bowl and wait for the noise that will come with the impact of the bowl hitting the white marble floor. My neighbor is quick on his reflexes. He moves fast and grabs the bowl and sets it on the island beside us.

To think the shock would have worn off by now, but it doesn't stick like gorilla glue. My neighbor gives me a tight-lipped smile. He stands so close to me I can smell his attractive rosewood scent. Only now it's more prominent than when I first met him. It is so prominent I just wanna bathe in it and drown completely.

This brings me back to my earlier thought, there is something about this man.

He watches me with curiosity while I try to appear less surprised. He clears his throat and I am surprised I hear it well and he knows I have heard him. But how when the music is still blasting between us in the kitchen?

He looks at what he is holding in his hands then slowly raises his gaze to look at me. I feel tense under his gaze. Something about the way he looks makes me squirm where I am standing. He raises his hand to put it over my shoulder and I move away like a reflex action. His arm is still raised, he squeezes his palm and drops it to his side.

He walks around and sits comfortably on the bar stools as he has always been coming here. The environment around him accommodates him even though Besty doesn't seem to be as aggressive as she last was when he came here. Something about the energy he gives off seems to tell her that he is no threat as she thought.

I remain standing with my mouth agape like a fool, I must look like an i***t right now. But how can I not when he invited himself into my home and made himself comfortable?

I snap out of the embarrassing trance and head to where my music box is. I turn off the music and face my neighbor. I glare at him and the look of amusement sits on his face. He is no longer the cold neighbor I got accustomed to these past few days; he is rather a cocky one sitting in my kitchen.

I fold my arms under my boobs pushing them up a bit, that makes his gaze sway.

“My eyes are up here.” I voice out. My voice comes out stronger than it is. I unfold my arms and move to sit on the stool opposite his. I wouldn't want to be close to him, not when I don't trust my thoughts and body. Everything in me is screaming and yearning for him.

“Oh, bummer!” Like I said, very arrogant.

“How did you get in here? Isn't this breaking and entry?” I wanna pinch myself for saying that 'cause I couldn't come up with anything better so fast.

“Breaking and entry?” He lets out a short chuckle and raises his eyebrow that's perfectly curved as he looks at me with wonder. Seemingly amused like a baby who just found a new toy to play with. “Yes,” I reply firmly. I put up a confident demeanor even though I feel like I'm crumbling.

He scoffs, “How can you call it that when I had been knocking for hours?” He shoots back. “It's still breaking and entry. You could be here to end my life for all I know.” I comment as I continue to glare at him.

He chuckles, the sound deep and rich. It has me closing my legs tightly. He puts his elbows over the table and leans closer to me. My lips part when I look into those captivating eyes that grab my very attention.

“Humour me, if I was here to kill you, why do it now when I could have done it the time you invited yourself to my home?” He asks again, that cocky look sits on his face and it snaps me out of whatever haze he had me lost in.

I conclude right there and then that this man is dangerous and pant-dropping gorgeous. I wanna drop them pants for him but no, I won't show it.

I shrug when I remember he is still waiting for my answer. “How would I know? Psychopaths are always crazy.”

He leans away from the table and chuckles only this time, it doesn't have any humor to it, if anything it sounds dark.

“Soooo.” He drags, “I am a psychopath.” He states.

He folds his arms over his chest and the bulging muscles grab my attention. I just wanna run my tongue over his body.

“Funny you would want to do that with a psychopath.” He states with a smirk on his handsome face.

I have never felt so mortified, what the heck is wrong with me? I only ever do this around this man. I never speak out loud like this. I am sure my ears, nose, and cheeks are cherry from embarrassment.

This man has barely been here for minutes and I am already embarrassing myself like this. I facepalm and Malik just sits there enjoying watching me drown in my embarrassment. I mentally scream.

“I am thinking about someone else so don't think too highly of yourself.” I finally say after my moment of embarrassment.

That sure wipes the smirk off his face. “You can lie all you want, but your body tells me a different story.” His voice is husky and his eyes rake my upper body with interest. He has me squirming in my seat too, and my body gets heated wanting nothing but his touch; then I remember the blondie and everything just changes, setting me back to default.

“Why are you here?” My voice is harsh when I change the conversation.

His gaze chills me up. “My sister insisted that I check up on you. Since you ran away with no valid reason, she was worried but she couldn't come with me because she had to leave with her boyfriend for agent matters.” He speaks, adding extra emphasis on ‘sister’.

And once again my cheeks heat up. I just assumed she is his girlfriend and I got so jealous even though I had no right to, 'cause he ain't even my man.

“As you can see, Malik, I am fine.”

His body shivers when I say his name, his lips parting and his tongue darts out to wet them. I follow his action with hooded and lustful eyes, knowing now that I do have some kind of effect on him. Again I am convinced this man did something to me. I have never been a horny freak before and now I feel like I am. All I wanna do is jump his bones.

“I am glad you know. At least when I tell her that I visited and checked up on you, she won't bother me anymore.” His words sting a bit. I see how much he wants to get this done and over with. And here I was amused that maybe he came to see me 'cause he missed me.

“Yeah if you can excuse me a bit, let me just put the muffins in the oven,” I say, trying to keep myself busy from being destructed by him. Now when I want him this bad.

He watches me move around and put the muffins in the oven and then I gather all the dirty dishes and put them in the sink. I give him my back and that's my mistake.

One minute he is on the stool and the next he is close to me. His hot breath touches my neck, making the hairs on my body erect. I grab onto the sink for my balance. I don't trust my legs right now, not when he is so close to me.

“I came to tell you another thing.” His whispers. I breathe in and out hard. I fight hard to remain standing even when my legs feel like jelly.

I continue facing away and he inches close to my back but doesn't touch me. His heat seeps into my skin, mixing with my own, making my body the happiest it has ever been. Without thinking about it, I arch my back and my ass touches his growing bulge. I gasp at the intense contact and he steps back.

“I came to tell you to stay away from me. Don't ever come close to my house.” His voice is husky and it doesn't sound like a warning but rather an invite.

His body heat and rosewood scent leave with him as he walks out of my kitchen and house altogether, leaving me a crumbling hot mess.