My Mysterious Neighbor

Weird Feeling

Ella

It's finally Friday, and I can't wait to go back home. I groan as Jade bombards me with more questions about yesterday's event. I knew she would pester me about it the moment I got to work.

It's our lunch break, and it's a bit longer than the tea break in the morning. The firm is buzzing today. Friday is our busiest day, and I wonder if that is the day most people choose to commit crimes.

"Tell me, I need full details," she demands. The enthusiasm on her face tells me she won't let this topic drop.

"I already told you that I went there; we didn't even talk much, and then we began making out," I explain as briefly as possible. I can't help but grimace. I can't believe I didn't get his name.

"Nah, that's bullshit, girl; I need more details. How did it all happen? I was the one who sent you there. I am sure you knew what was coming for you," she says with a devious smirk on her face.

I roll my eyes at her and give her a nasty glare. "You are the devil."

She bursts out laughing like I just said the funniest thing ever.

"You still love this devil, hun," she cools and dusts some imaginary dust off her shoulder.

Yet again, I roll my brown eyes.

"Okay, shhh," I dramatically raise my hands. This b***h won't leave me alone until I give her full details. "I will tell you exactly what happened."

She cheers and claps her hands. She is a child sometimes. But I still love this child.

"Okay, so what happened?" I begin, leaning my elbows on the table in front of us, and she moves closer to me. "I went to his home. I met him, and he was a bit rude, telling me he didn't want me to be at his home and all. But you know just how stubborn I can be. Well, I got all stubborn and refused to go. He tried to scare me away, but I stood my ground. And then I don't know how things escalated. He was standing close to me, and the moment he touched my hand, I melted."

My face heats in embarrassment, and Jade bursts out laughing at me yet again. I bet she is enjoying this small drama that is going on in my life right now.

I continue, "After I melted, everything just escalated. He has this dangerous aura about him, but it excites me the most, and you know it's been a long time for the girl. I couldn't fight it, not when I was standing in front of that tall hunk of a sexy god with that sexy hot body."

"Hey! Get a hold of yourself. I get it. I get it. He is a hot man," she interjects.

My cheeks get hot. I don't know what is wrong with me. But ever since I woke up, I have felt this weird, intense attraction towards my mysterious neighbor. Yep, that's the name I have given him because everything about him is so hidden, it's a mystery that I want to solve badly.

Can a kiss have this power to make me crazily attracted to him, such that in the morning I had to fight hard?

"Right, everything happened so fast once his lips were on mine. I couldn't think straight, and when his hands got inside my pants, it was a whole different story. After everything, no, we didn't have s*x. I came back to my senses, and when I did, I bolted out of there like an i***t without even asking for his name."

I left out the part where I felt his teeth on my neck. Another odd thing is that when I touch where I felt them, I am instantly jelly and wet with a very hot desire for that man. Something isn't right. Have I always been this horny? Yes, I have been s*x-starved, but I don't think my body should respond in such a way.

"Dame girl!" Jade shouts, bringing my attention back to her. "So you didn't ask for his name?" she asks in disbelief.

I smile nervously. "Nope." My eyes roam around, never focusing on her.

"You surprise me each day. At least you've got something," she smirks and then winks at me.

I groan because I didn't want to tell her, and now she will spend most of her life teasing me about it.

She stands up, and I follow suit. We walk side by side to our respective wings, which are in the same building.

Jade is a few inches shorter than me at 5’6, she has a perfectly average, slender body. Nice brown skin, long wild blond hair, and blue eyes. She is beautiful in every way and so confident. That confidence of hers rubbed off on me as well. What do they say about birds of a feather?

That's the same confidence that led me to my neighbor's house yesterday.

"So are you going to go there again and finish what you started?" she shoots me a pointed look as she waits for me to answer.

I let out a deep sigh and say, "Nope."

"Can't fool me. I know you will go back; it's written all over your face."

Damn, she knows me all too well.

I blink a few times and breathe out. "I am telling you the truth; I won't go back there," I press.

She murmurs something so low under her breath, and I don't catch the words that leave her mouth.

We finally separate, and I head to my wing. I wave her off.

Her words stay in my mind. Will I go back?

My head is screaming while my body is telling a whole different story. It is craving him in a way that even I can't understand. It can't be because of our little foreplay, can it?

Images of his lips against mine rush to my mind, and I am breathing hard. Suddenly, I feel too hot. I reach my office and rush to sit down. If I had stayed standing, I would have crumbled to the ground in an instant.

I need him way too much. It is painful. My center is throbbing with the need for him.

Hot, wet desire.

Those are the words I can use to describe this feeling. It is so unreal, and yet it is there, nagging me to finish work fast and go running into his arms that I know won't be open. Not with the way he treated me last evening.

I fight hard to focus, but it is seemingly impossible. The craving continues.

I place my fingers where his teeth bit me, and a gasp leaves my lips. Could a simple hickey do that to someone? I am suddenly wet, and I want a release more than anything.

That is it. I am going to visit this man and ask him some damn questions. Or maybe that's just an excuse to see him. If possible, kiss those sexy, sweet lips once more.

I shake my head. I need to focus. I chant to myself. Everything else seems impossible.

I put everything in order and sneak out of the office. I need to talk to him, and this time I will get his name.

I rush to my car and drive out of the parking lot. The ride back is faster than the ride here. I rush through the streets like a racecar driver. I expected to be stopped by the traffic police and given a ticket for speeding, but it doesn't happen. All I want is to reach his place. The sun is brighter today, and I love this kind of weather, even though I get sunburned whenever I spend too much time sunbathing.

I don't even drive home; I go straight to his yard. I hit the horn, and the gate gives way. I enter, strangely, he needs this much protection.

I finally reach his place. I park my car in front of his house and wait for him to come out. I am ready to scream bloody murder and demand answers right this very instant because this burning desire I have for him just doesn't feel real at all.

He stands on the porch like last time, but this time his hands are folded over his chest. The huge muscles bulge effortlessly. I lose focus for a while because that little action takes all my attention.

He clears his throat, and my attention is back on him. I lean on my right foot and put my left hand on my hip.

“ What are you doing here?" He asks, sounding somewhat irritated.

My eyes go narrow, and I scowl at him. A short, nasty chuckle leaves my lips.

"I think you have the answer to my question. What did you do to me?" My voice is loud.

He gazes at me with his intense, stormy grey eyes, making me squirm and my confidence falter. Just a single gaze from him, and I almost forget what I came here to do.

He runs his hands through his hair, messing it up like I did yesterday. A few curls fall to his forehead, making him appear even sexier and somewhat more dangerous than before. Any sane person wouldn't step foot in his yard, but I am past that line.

"I didn't do anything to you, kitten." His gaze is sharp as he speaks with emphasis.

I roll my eyes, and his eyes darken. He passes me a hard glare.

"I told you not to call me a kitten!" I snap.

He chuckles lowly and gives me a wide grin, saying, "But I like it."

I, more than anything, want to wipe that smirk off his face.

"I know you did something to me 'cause this ain't normal," I murmur the last part so lowly that I know he doesn't hear me.

He takes some steps forward. I stand my ground, and I am going to be shaken by him. He hums the sound, rich and deep.

" Why? Is it because you can't stop thinking about me? Is it because this body is yearning, begging for me to finish what I started yesterday?" He whispers his lips so close to mine that any small movement would be touching.

I let out a shaky breath. I don't know if my body is shivering or shaking. Be it from fear or desire, I don't know. At this point, my mind can't even process it.

" Malik!!" I hear a lady's voice call out his name.

I jump back in surprise. My eyes are as wide as a saucer when I look from him to the tall blond standing at the doorway. Just like yesterday, I ran, but at least I now know his name.