Chapter 4

• Claire
• When I came home, I plopped on my couch and growled. That damned stoned boss of mine! I had to remake two reports six time! Six times! I felt like I could recite them in my sleep! They were the only thing I did all day, and even my direct supervisor sent me pitiful glances. Stonebastard was a sadist, and the funny thing was, I was the only one he hated. Just wait till I get my permanent contract! I was just this close to sending a complaint to the CEO of the company and getting it over with.
• I narrowed my eyes and zeroed them in on the remote control on my coffee table, but the sensation of boredom and loneliness was still heavy around me. It was that annoying cloud that kept bugging me every part of the second. I felt like I’d already seen all the good shows, all the good TV series, and all that could interest me on TV. I was starting to go out of my mind. There was nothing good to do without friends or social interactions. Even going to a club and getting laid was unsatisfying.
• My guts twisted, and I pursed my lips. I needed an outlet. I glanced back at my windows and noticed the guy from yesterday. This forced thoughts about last night through my mind, and an itch I hadn’t scratched soon reminded me of its presence. My neighbor was my supper right before bed and my breakfast before work. His shocked face had been a huge tease for me, and I enjoyed the way he stared at me. The remnants of sparks and goosebumps were still prickling on my skin. 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 to see who my neighbor was for a few nights. My desire to know was killing me. I was a curious person by nature and that had stuck me into trouble more than once. But it also made my life more exciting and got me out of awkward situations.
• My neighbor had put his desk next to the window, but it was facing the wall. He was staring so intently at his two monitors that it felt like his eyes were going to pop out. 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 studied. He was wearing a similar tank top to the one from 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 favorite giant 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 wanted 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 chair was empty. The only light that was turned on 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, gawking 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 sixty-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 wondered if he ever had to get the hand game on.
• My nostrils snorted in anger, and I lifted myself on my knees, sending him a challenging look. I ignored the boogie that tried to fly into his face but hit the floor instead and put my hands on the backrest. A dreadful gasp escaped my mouth when I realized I was still holding the vibrator. God-fucki— The toy slipped from my hand, and my eyes teared up.
• I glared at my neighbor, refusing to admit this grandiose embarrassment, but everything changed and sparks of rage exploded through me when I saw where his hand was tucked in. Motherfucker! So that was how it was gonna be, huh?!
• I pointed at his crotch and imitated the opening of a zipper. I sure hoped he wouldn’t be that dumb as to not to figure out what I wanted. My finger raised to his face, and I jerked my chin at him, waiting like the boss I hoped I looked like. Stonehead had intimidated me like this more than a hundred times.
• My neighbor seemed so dazed and out of it that it took him a second to catch up on what I demanded. 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 on his chair and got his hand out of his slacks. He widened his eyes and brushed a hand through his hair. His every action was screaming in nervousness, but he didn’t apologize or do as I wanted. He shrugged with a small apologetic smile and disappeared somewhere in his apartment.
• That asshole!