Chapter 3

Claire

Coming back home, I plopped on my couch and sighed. That damned stoned boss of mine! I had to remake the report six time! Six times! I felt like I could recite it in my sleep! He was a sadist and the funny thing was, I was the only one he hated. Just wait till I get my permanent contract!

When my eyes zeroed in on the remote control on my coffee table, I averted them. I was tired of watching some random dramas and shows. My guts twisted and I pursed my lips. This was the loneliest period of my life and I needed an outlet. I glanced back at my windows and noticed the guy from yesterday.

Thoughts about last night flashed through my mind. First, I finally went out with my colleagues and had fun with them, and second, I met him. He was my supper right before bed and my breakfast before work. His shocked face was a huge tease for me and I enjoyed the way he stared at me. He wasn't trying to look like a pervert or something, but him, standing there with that small glass in his hand and his... I wasn't sure what the color of his eyes was, I just knew I was hypnotized by them. I was a bit drunk to think rationally last night, but if I had been sober and saw him like this... I would've given him the middle finger.

But the truth was, I had been waiting for him for a few nights. My curiosity was killing me. I was a curious person by nature and that had stuck me into trouble more than once. But my desire to know everything also made my life more exciting and got me out of awkward situations. So I was content with myself.

My neighbor had put his desk next to the window, but it was turned to the wall. He was intently staring at something on his two monitors, and I felt like his eyes were going to pop out because of the way he was focused. I shifted around and propped my arms on the couch. This was a good opportunity to examine him again. His hair was tousled over his forehead, and its brown curls hid the tips of his ears. He had a strong jawline and a ripped body that I closely examined. He was wearing a similar tank top to the one this morning and the image of him pulling it up filled my mind. I had caught a glimpse of his abs. My mouth watered. I had been left to dry for too long. And now with the tension at work, I needed a release.

I knew what would help me. Not ogling my new neighbor. My vibrator.

Standing up from the couch, I sprinted to my bedroom and grabbed my giant favorite dick. It was the only one that never left me, never cheated, never insulted. It was my treasure, and I was tired of serious relationships and getting my heart broken. I needed something casual, without having to go out every night and spend all that time talking to guys.

When I washed it and sat back on the couch, taking my panties off, I froze. Damn, I forgot to pull the curtains! I wasn't used to this! This whole street had been only mine for months! I whirled around to glance at my neighbor and relaxed when I saw he was nowhere to be found. His desk was empty. The only thing lit in the room was the lamp on the desk. Maybe he had forgotten to turn it off? It was already quite late, so maybe he had gone to sleep. Perfect.

My lips pulled into a smirk and I loaded my favorite site. Even if that was a bit risky, I was too lazy to move my laptop to my bedroom and disconnect it from the TV.

When I found the right video and finished my routine, my middle still throbbing, I relaxed my head on the backrest and looked up. Something on my left caught my eye and I whirled around, gaping at the window. He was there, and he was looking right at me! My cheeks flushed in embarrassment and even if he couldn't completely see my body because my couch was a bit diagonal to the windows and him, he could still see everything on my fifty inch TV! I just masturbated in front of a stranger!

I closed my gaping mouth and swallowed. So what? I'm sure he also did it. Everybody did it. But with a face and body like that, I still wondered if he ever had to get the hand game on.

I lifted myself on my knees and gave him a look, challenging him. I put my hands on the backrest and gasped when I realized the vibrator was still in my right hand! Dropping it on the floor, my eyes teared up, and I glared at my neighbor.

Everything changed, and my world blacked out for a moment when I saw where his hand was tucked in. Motherfucker!So that's how it was gonna be, huh?!

Jerking my chin at him, I crossed my arms and waited. He seemed so tired and out of it that it took him a second to catch up on what I wanted him to do. If he was going to watch me masturbate, then I was going to do the same. It was eye for an eye, masturbation for masturbation!

He straightened his back on his chair and got his hand out of his slacks. His eyes widened and he nervously brushed a hand through his hair. He shrugged with a small apologetic smile and disappeared somewhere in his apartment.

That asshole!

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The next few days, I kept waiting for him to show up, but his living room was empty. I spent half of my time at home, staring through the windows, examining his floor. It was quite different from mine. While I loved simplistic styles and clean lines, he loved details and colorful paintings. He was so different from me. The total opposite. His kitchen cabinets were brown and classic, the island in the middle much bigger than mine. His bedroom was probably on my right, facing the garden because I could see his pulled curtains. That's where the living room was supposed to be, but their places were switched and his only view was... me! Curse him for showing up!

I could pull my curtains and end this, but I hated staying in the dark. This was going to be like admitting defeat for me. These windows were the only light to my room. They were made for a reason and it wasn't for them to be hidden. I loved sleeping in complete darkness, but I loved living in light.

My lips pursed as I shot daggers at that second floor. I was sure if I had any supernatural powers, I would've made the building collapse a long time ago. Then I would've been able to gaze at the sunset, not at this hot pervy man in front of me.