1. The Guy Next Door - Part One


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    any,” I said eventually. “I’m sorry.” I shut the door and went and sat down. “Who was that?” Janet asked, glancing over. “Just a neighbour.” *** Sunday morning came and I woke up with a surprising lack of hangover. I went for a longer run than usual and after a hot shower, I set about cleaning up my flat. On my second trip to take out the trash, Cooper exited his flat at the same time as me. “Morning,” he said politely. His eyes moved to the black bin liner. “Want me to take that?” I hesitated. He frowned. “What?” I had always disliked confrontation but I was annoyed. The naked girl last night had irked me. What if one of my friends had opened the door? Cooper was involving me in his games and I hated how deceptively clean and attractive he looked in his jeans and sweater. “Why do you always have to act so nice?” I blurted. He looked taken aback. “I am nice. In fact, I’m on my way to visit my mother,” he smiled disarmingly. “I’m the poster boy for nice guys, Kat.” I shook my head. “No. Don’t. You’re not. You send all these poor girls over and they’re so embarrassed.” He shrugged. “And?” I stared at him. He stared back. It was the first time we’d acknowledged his fuck habits and he seemed astonishingly unruffled. “So you’re not nice. You can’t treat them like that and then act like the perfect guy. It’s not fair.” He frowned. “Not fair on who? You?” I blinked. “No! On them . Whoever they are.” His mouth lifted in that excruciatingly perfect smile. “They enjoy it, Kat. I am a ...
    nice guy. I treat them how they want to be treated. How is that not nice?” He reached out and took the trash bag from my hand. “Besides, Little Miss Neighbour, it’s really none of your business. Have a nice day.” “No, wait!” I said and he turned back and looked at me. “It is my business if you keep sending them to knock on my door. You don’t need to do that.” “Well, sometimes I run out of things,” he said innocuously. “I’d lend you something if you needed it. And besides, didn’t I give all your stuff back?” “Yes, but that’s not the point!” “So, what is the point?” I stared at him, words failing me. All of a sudden I didn’t feel like I had a point. “Nothing else?” he said. “We’re done? Great. There is just one little thing that I wanted to say, if you have a second.” I swallowed. “What?” He stepped a little closer. “Well, I don’t mean to complain or anything but there was a lot of noise coming from your place last night. Just try keeping it down next time, okay?” He flashed me a smile, picked up the bag of trash and headed for the stairs. I gazed speechlessly after his departing figure then went back into my flat and slammed the door. I glared at the wall which separated our apartments and then a sudden thought occurred to me. I went into my bedroom, looked around. Everything was in place. Everything was perfect. But it didn’t feel right. The smell of his aftershave wasn’t in my imagination. I was sure I could literally smell it. I grabbed my phone and called Rose. She answered ...
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