I hate you to the moon and back.
Two months later
I fucking hated my neighbors. Was it really that hard for them not to have sex at all hours of the night?
I’d been here less than a month, and this was the outcome, at least four out of seven nights a week.
I mean, for God’s sakes! It was going on two in the morning!
I had to be up in less than three hours to make it to the diner by five, and I just knew sleep wasn’t in my cards tonight.
Honest to God, if I could burn a hole through my wall right now with my evil death glare, I’d be doing it.
I’d singe the woman’s throat, going straight for her voice box so I didn’t have to hear her ‘Oh, my God, baby. You fill me up so perfectly. I like your cock. Can you fuck me like a dog?’
I mean, there are only so many times that I can hear ‘fuck me like a dog’ that I start to think that, just maybe, she isn’t talking about ‘doggy style’ anymore.
It was around an hour later that I finally gave up on sleeping.
My feet were on the wall as I felt the rhythmic pounding of my neighbor’s headboard against the wall.
My feet vibrated each time, and I started to laugh.
I mean, what else could I do?
And I couldn’t help it, I swear to God, it was an accident, but I had to finish the sequence.
So I pounded hard twice with my foot.
There was a shocked moment of silence from the moaning dog…err-woman, and then a masculine chuckle.
Then the real barking started and I gave up. Seriously, I was through.
My face was flaming as I did a backwards roll off my bed and promptly tripped over my dog.
“Owww, fuck!” I yelled.
My dog, Peter, stood up and licked my face, apologizing, I assumed, for being such a big bastard and blending in with the floor.
“It’s okay, my big furry friend. I love you anyway,” I said to my scruffy buddy.
He put his nose underneath my arm as I stood from my sprawled position on the floor and walked with me out to the living room.
I contemplated trying to sleep out here, but it was too cold. The heater didn’t work in this part of the apartment, and no matter how many times I’d called maintenance, they weren’t going to be able to come out until next week at the earliest.
Since it ‘worked in half the apartment’ or some bullshit like that.
Personally, I’d have tried to stay out here, but the box containing all of my warm winter clothes, as well as all of my blankets had been lost in the move, and I hadn’t found hide nor hair of them anywhere.
So, I was making do with what I had until I could make enough money to pay for something other than just bills.
Peter walked to the door and scratched while looking back at me with that sad, pitiful look he always got when he knew I didn’t want to do it. However, that look got to me, just like it always did.
I sighed and slipped on my house shoes, which I had to find first.
They were sparkly pink boots that came up to mid-calf with hot pink faux fur around the top edge. They were knockoff UGGs, but I loved them despite their fakeness.
They were comfortable, and they kept my feet warm.
That was all that mattered.
Grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapping it around me, I grabbed my keys off the counter and walked out the door, locking it behind me.
We went down the flight of steps slowly like we always did.
The complex itself wasn’t in the best of shape, and the stairs were often overlooked since most of the occupants used the elevator.
My dog, however, was scared of elevators, so we took the stairs.
As we made it out into the parking lot, I walked with him around the side of the building and waited while he walked to the field beyond the complex and did his business.
What I hadn’t expected, though, was somebody else to be out here doing the very same thing with their dog.
A black missile took off after Peter, and my heart lurched into my throat as I started to move forward to do, I don’t know what, but I knew it’d have been good. Maybe fall on my face while my dog was eaten alive because he was a lover, not a fighter.
What stopped me, though, was a man’s deep, soothing voice.
He stood in shadows, leaning against the brick of the building as he watched our dogs play.
“She’s a good girl. She won’t hurt your dog,” the man said gently.
I relaxed, but only slightly as I took a wary step away from the man whom I couldn’t see and stepped into the halo of light above me.
The only thing I could see about the man was the way his eyes glittered from the lamp.
I stood there in awkward silence, not able to see anything but the small section that the light illuminated around me.
The man stayed silent, but somehow, I knew all of his attention was on me.
I could hear the dogs playing in the field, and I was suddenly exhausted. Utterly exhausted.
I must’ve slumped or something, because the man in the shadows asked, “Are you all right?”
I nodded, rolling my neck and said, “Yeah. I just haven’t gotten much sleep lately.”
“Why?” He asked.
I must’ve really been tired, otherwise I wouldn’t have answered him. That was really none of his business, was it?
Needless to say, I answered with, “There’s some loud commotion going on in the apartment beside me. Nearly every night. And at really odd hours. It’s interfering with my sleep.”
I don’t know why I was reluctant to tell the man that my neighbor was having extremely loud sex, but I was a prude like that sometimes.
And I’d been raised in an environment where that went on all the time. It was normal for me to hear sex through the night hours. My dad was part of a MC. It was normal to hear it. Like…really normal.
“Did you just move in?” He asked.
His voice slid over me like velvet, making me shiver with the deep, rough cadence of it.
“Uhh,” I said. “Yeah. I did. Well, like a month ago or so, I guess.”
He made a non-committal sound and I didn’t know what else to do. Should I keep talking? Should I shut up?
Silence had always worked for me, so I kept my mouth shut for another two minutes before I decided that Peter had had enough playtime. It was nearly four in the morning, after all.
“Peter!” I called.
My Peter, he was a good boy. He loved his mommy and I loved him.
Which was why it came as no surprise that he abandoned his new friend so fast. He didn’t spare the man a glance, and came straight to me.
“You’re such a good boy,” I cooed.
“Wish I could get my dog to do that,” the man muttered, then louder called, “Mocha. Come!”
Mocha came alright, just not to him. She came to me.
That was when I saw she was a beautiful German Shepherd. “Oh, you’re a pretty girl, aren’t you?
She preened at the attention, rubbing her face along the side of my leg while I scratched her behind the ear.
“See? No loyalty what-so-ever,” the man’s voice said.
From right in front of me.
Startled, I looked up to find him standing right in front of me. If I reached out my hand, I’d be within distance to wrap my hand around his neck. To pull him in close and feel his hard body against mine.
I, of course, didn’t. That would be radical, and Memphis Tennessee Conner wasn’t a radical. Memphis was a calm, cool, and collected girl. I didn’t do rash things. Especially not with strangers I met in the night.
“Alright,” I said, stepping back. “Well, I’ve got to be at work in an hour, and it’ll take me that long to get ready and get there. It was nice meeting you.”
I moved to the door, but he moved faster.
He had it open and waiting for me to enter.
I couldn’t see him, though. The light in the hallway was out, too. The only thing lighting up the entire place was the emergency lights that were barely light enough to allow you to see your feet as you walked. Oh, and the neon red EXIT sign that was at the front and back exits.
I was surprised when I felt him following behind me up the stairs.
Then, to my horror, he stopped at the apartment next to mine and opened it, letting his dog inside.
“Sorry about the noise. I’ll have to keep it down from now on,” he muttered before disappearing into the darkened apartment.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
How freakin’ embarrassing!
I’d been talking to the man who’d been responsible for keeping me up for weeks! And told him so!
With nothing left to do, I walked into my own apartment and started getting ready for work.
I was a vain person, sad to say.
I hated looking bad.
My father’s club had scarred me for life with the women they’d brought around over the years of my childhood. Over time, I’d seen how awful those women looked as they left. Not horrible in the aspect of they were ugly or anything.
On the contrary, they were all beautiful.
However, after a night of Lord knows what with the club members, they always left looking exhausted.
I would never leave the house, nor a man’s bed, looking exhausted, just because I’d seen that with my own eyes, time after time, since I was sixteen.
I had a complex, and I would never go anywhere looking anything less than perfect. Even if I had to be late.
Which I nearly was, thirty minutes later.
I was backing out of my door just as the sun was rising.
The sun was poking just over the tree line at the back of our complex, shining into the open window at the end of my hall.
Enabling me to see the man and the woman that were stepping out of the apartment next to me.
She looked exactly like one of the many club hanger-on castoffs used to look. Used and exhausted. Mascara running. Hair a mess. Clothes wrinkled.
It disgusted me.
Not the man, per say, but the woman really made my stomach turn.
I mean, have some dignity!
I wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for the man’s smile I could now see.
He looked familiar.
Red hair and beard. Strong, square jaw. Green eyes. Large build. Muscular and bulky.
I could totally picture him in a kilt, throwing a tree. Or were they called cabers?
He really seemed familiar to me, but I couldn’t place him.
He was grinning at me, like he knew I was disgusted.
And the woman was no better. She was sneering at me.
Why, I don’t know. It wasn’t like I was coming to knock on his door or anything.
The man had his arms crossed and he was leaning causally against the wall as he waited for her to make her way fully outside.
It was more than obvious to me that he was telling the woman to leave.
Which was probably why she was sneering at me the way she was. She was embarrassed.
Hell, I would be too if I got kicked out by the man I’d been fucking all night.
Combining the woman’s sneer, and the man’s grin, I just couldn’t help it. Literally, I tried with everything I had to hold it in, but my rough upbringing reared its head, and good Memphis took a back seat to ‘Say what needs to be said and fuck the consequences’ Memphis.
“Woof-woof,” I said as I passed.
Her gasp of outrage and the man’s laughing bellow followed me out the door.