Chapter 26 Next Door Neighbor 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
This might contain triggers, as this is a forbidden venture, but this is fiction, and should be regarded as such.
LORENZO'S POV
It had to be on purpose.
The first time, I shut the curtains, heart pounding and told myself it was mistake. Then it happened again. And again.
And then, our gazes locked and she…stared. No panic or shock. Almost like she wanted it to happen.
So, how do I explain that the woman next door had a habit of opening her curtains just front of my house from her room upstairs every morning. And not just thatㅡ Naked.
I had tried to give her some privacy on several occasions by shutting my window but as time went on, I found myself looking forward to it.
She would come to the window as usual and we'd just stare at each other. She would never say a word when we passed each other on the street and I had to pretend like my heart did not race whenever I saw her.
Now, I walked out of my house in flip flops, flipping through my phone when I heard voices from her house. Loud. Angry.
“Can you just fucking not?!” Thomas yelled. I knew he was shouting at her.
Oh, did I forget that she was married to an absolute douchebag?
Her voice was a shriek. “Do you think I'm asking for much?!”
“Yes! You always fucking do this! Why do you always have to be a dumb bitch?!”
The house went silent and I froze, standing in my driveway with the garbage in my other hand.
Oh.
How do you even get married to someone who you can't stand? Couldn't they just get divorced or something? I couldn't just comprehend the whole thing.
Every morning, I had to wake up to their voices raised high, their words like knives stabbed into each other. Every. Single. Morning.
I wasn't even the one married but I was already tired.
The door to the duplex flung open and her husband stormed outside with a huff, stopping to look at me. “Lorenzo…” He straightened, adjusting the tie around his neck.
With a raised brow, I threw him a little wave, watching as he approached me. “Morning. Can't say it's a good morning.”
Anger flashed across his features and he sighed. “You know how women are, always trying to find issues in whatever we doㅡ”
My brows shot up. “You called her a bad word, Thomas,” I deadpanned, my expression blank.
He paused and looked conflicted for a second. “Wellㅡ”
I took a step closer, towering over him with my build. “Wasn't very nice, was it? I doubt you're supposed to be calling your wife that.”
He stumbled back, taken aback by the sudden proximity. “You can't tell me what to do, Mr Thomas. As your neighbor, I try to respect you but ifㅡ”
A smirk pulled at the corner of my lips. “Well, I don't respect you. Never have with the way you speak to your own wife.”
The man took a step back, looking scandalized. “You should mind your business. I don't see her complaining, we get over it. Now, I have somewhere to be.” He started hurrying towards his car and I just watched him, my tongue poking my inner cheek.
“Remember, Thomas…” I called out after him, watching him pause, looking after his shoulder. “I hope your wife dumps you for someone who respects her.”
He huffed, didn't say anything before getting into the Camry parked in front of the pathway, zooming off into the distance.
Shaking my head, I dropped the trash into the garbage and walked back to my house, washing my hands before I went to my kitchen to bake some cookies.
Not exactly a hobby that most people would associate with me. But six years of staying alone had taught me new hobbies to keep myself busy.
I was halfway through whisking the flour when the doorbell rang.
Immediately, I froze, looking at the time. I didn't have anyone who was supposed to visit meㅡ at least not until 11am when the delivery man came for dropping off the stuff I dropped.
So, who the hell was that?
Dusting my hand lightly on the hello kitty apron around my neck, I sauntered over to the door and pulled it open, preparing to mutrer a greeting. But thenㅡ “oh…” My breath caught in my throat.
Layla.
Thomas's wife. And the woman who kept me on my toes and wondering if she was making a mistake every morning.
Her eyes were smudged with runny make-up and she was sniffling, using the sleeves of her large sweater to wipe at her tears. “Hey.”
I didn't know what was even more concerning ㅡ that she was at my doorstep crying or the fact that she was even at my doorstep?
She never visited. Barely even acknowledged me in public.
Shame coiled in my chest, warring with concern. Damn it, Lorenzo, the woman looked like she was going through shit.
“Come on in,” I quickly stepped aside, inviting her in.
With a nod, she walked in, her blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail and bobbing behind her as she walked.
I watched her settle down on my couch and I forced myself to look away from her heaving chest. Not now, Enzo.
“What can I get you?” I asked, ditching my apron before I grabbed a towel and wiped my hands clean.
Her gaze followed every move of myhands, lingering on how I cleaned off each finger.
“Sorry, I was baking cookies,” I rubbed the back of my neck with an apologetic look.
Her gaze snapped back to meet mine. “Oh, that's no problem…”
With a smile, I sat beside her, careful to keep my distance from her. The last thing I needed was more distraction. “So, what's wrong? How can I help you?”
The look in her eyes softened. “I just…thought I'd come say hi…”
Memories of her creamy tits filled my mind and I blinked them away. “Ohㅡ”
She shrugged. “Do you think I could stay over?” She asked, batting her eyes.
My heart was basically fighting to break out of my chest. Why would she want to stay over?
“Sure, you can…” I looked away, refusing to meet her gaze.
She suddenly leaned forward and I found myself leaning back, my eyes wide.
“Why do you think I'm here, Lorenzo?” Her voice was softer and her gaze was suddenly serious.
My mind blanked. “To say…hi?”
The look in her eyes shifted to a mischievous one. “Because I know what you want. I know why you're hesitating and I'm here to show you that you shouldn't have hesitated.”
Before I could process what she meant, her lips were on mine.
Layla was fucking kissing me.
Fuck.
And I loved every inch of it.