The Boy Next Door

Chapter Eleven

The Boy Next Door-

Really quick, I just want to thank you guys for being patient with me and for understanding that my mom is more important than my writing. And all the well wishes and the prayers you guys sent her way did lift her spirits some, so thank you for that.

This chapter didn't come out the way I originally planned, but it did come out better than expected.  Enjoy!

Eleven:

“Leanne come on! This isn’t fair damn it, it’s my apartment!”

The voice was loud, grating on already fraying nerve endings as it drew his groggy mind father and father from the dark edges of the unconsciousness he‘d reached mere moments before.

“Open the God damn door, Leanne! Or I will get Jimmy!”

He pulled himself from the sweet comfort of his bed, barely taking the time to glance at the clock, but when his mind finally caught up with his eyes, he stopped short, clenching his hands at his sides in frustration.

Did the people in this damn building never sleep? Or were they just doing this to irritate him?

Three in the morning. It was three o’clock in the fucking morning! Not the time to be screaming the damn walls down at one another. It was the time for sleep! Something he had not had the luxury of experiencing in over three days.

And now, when he finally had the chance to collapse in his own bed without his mother barging in every five minutes growling about whatever his father had done to her now. When he was nearly dead on his feet. Some crazy woman thought she could pound on the door and scream her lungs out.

Uncaring of his own nudity, he stalked down the hall to the door, swung it open and… nearly fell on his ass in shock.

“Do you remember the day we met?” His voice, though softly pitched, had her jumping, spinning around in narrow eyed surprise even as her hand latched onto the door handle, the other clutched tightly to the bed sheet she’d stolen from his bed and wrapped around her naked body. 

Colton smiled at the suspicion in her eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, one hand still grasping her shorts, which he had snatched off the floor in his attempt to keep her from leaving.  He shouldn’t have been surprised when she had just plucked the sheet from his bed, wrapped it around herself and walked as regally as a queen towards the door. After all, this was the same woman who, in nothing but a threadbare bath towel had looked down her aristocratic little nose and asked, “What the fuck are you looking at?” As though he had been the one to lock her out of her own apartment.

“I thought we agreed never to speak of that day again? Ever.” She snapped, scowling at her shorts. 

“Actually, it I remember correctly, little cat. You didn’t give me much of a chance to say anything, let alone agree to anything.” He reminded her.

Not that he would have agreed to it anyway. Had he been able to speak. As it was, the second he had laid eyes on her, drawn her unique scent into his lungs, he hadn’t even been able to remember why he had stalked out into the hall in the first place. He’d been too busy mentally stripping the towel from her still damp body… wondering if she tasted as good as she smelled… if her pu$$y would be as hot around his c0ck as he had suddenly been imagining.