My Hot Forbidden Neighbor

1. Before Summer Break

I knew I was in love with you. Was I a fool for thinking you were in love with me too? - Jesu Nadal

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- Natalie -

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I don’t like it when West snaps at me after making love. It makes me feel used. As if I could give him everything and still it wouldn’t be enough.

I wipe my tears and take a deep breath to calm myself down. Sometimes he doesn’t even want to come near me. This is one of those days. I get it he is upset and occupied. But whenever he does this, it makes me feel abandoned and ugly.

I look at my face in the mirror and wash it in hopes of reducing the redness spread across my eyes. After a while, he opens the bathroom door and says, “Come to bed…”

“So you could fuck me, then shut me out again?” I ask with indifference.

He sighs. ”Nat…”

He takes a step towards me, trying to touch my arm, but I shrug him off. He stands there for a while, then says, “Sometimes I wish I hadn’t told you anything. You worry too much… and you know how I feel about it...”

“Yeah, I get it. It’s my fault.”

My fault that I care and want him to do something about this fucked up situation.

I try to brush past him, but he grabs and pushes me against the wall while caging me with his arms.

He cups my cheek in his palm. “Sometimes I wish I could have a fresh start…”

I blink at him to understand what he is trying to say.

He studies my face for a moment, brings his face near mine to kiss. “I am sorry,” he murmurs against my lips and, like a fucking whore, I melt again. He presses his body into me, then crashes his lips onto mine.

He kisses me for good, tasting my mouth. I let out a moan without meaning to. When he slips his hand in my panties, my heartbeat quickens and a shiver runs down my thighs. I try to resist him. I am soaking wet and I don’t want him to know.

I swear to God I feel his smirk across my lips. If he wasn’t pressed onto me. I would have kneed him. I try to pull away, but he pins me hard.

He runs his thick digits across my slit while rubbing my clit with his thumb. I cannot help but shamelessly give in. Why does he have so much control over my body? I hate him and I hate myself for this. When I rub my core to relieve myself on his hand. He pulls away from the kiss and says, “Ride it, Nat… Do it…”

He pushes two fingers inside. I squeeze my legs and squirm while he finger-fucks me. I try to match his rhythm to soothe the ache that has built up inside me. Soon enough, I shudder and go limp in his arms. He hugs me for a while, then he picks me up in his arms to take me towards his bed.

I look at his beautiful face, wondering how I even fall for this heartless boy and why he is being gentle right now.

He puts me down on his bed, then removes my clothes one by one. He leaves me a trail of kisses. My senses have heightened with an orgasm he just gave me.

Then to my surprise, he pulls me closer to spoon me. He holds me for long and I fall asleep in his arms, breathing in his comforting scent.