Sasha
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when I opened the door. That asshole next door threw a naked woman out of his apartment and then he disappeared inside. A moment later he opened the door just to throw her clothes at her. Then he stood there with his magnificent chest, scowling at me. Dex… I think that was what this woman, Penny, had called him. Maybe it was short for Dexter. Either way, I had no idea.
For about ten seconds we just stared at each other, and my eyes moved down to his perfectly ripped stomach and muscular arms. Along with a dirty beard that looked sexy as hell, the bastard was really good-looking, and he knew it. His boxers hung low on his hips, exposing the bits of dark hair that were hidden underneath the waistband hem. My mouth went dry and I was ready to say something back to him when he slammed the door, going inside.
“Penny, right?” I asked the woman, trying to act like I gave a damn. She was very pretty, with dark long hair, brown eyes and a slim body. For a second I thought that she must have been a model.
“Don’t worry, I’m going already,” she said, putting her underwear and dress back on. I looked away for a second, allowing her some privacy.
Then she yelled, “And I won’t be coming back ever again, you self-centred twat!”
Wow, I had to give it to her; she had balls. She picked up her bag and strolled to the stairs, blatantly ignoring me.
I closed the door and went back to my tasks. I would definitely be going through with the complaint in the morning. Someone had to teach that douchebag a lesson. Obviously he didn’t know how to treat women with respect. Just like Kirk. No, I couldn’t compare him to my ex-boyfriend. Kirk was trash, not worth thinking about at all.
After doing some research online, I knew that I had one of the desirable apartments with the sea view. Before I left for work I made a mental note to speak to the estate agent tomorrow and start the ball rolling.
***
It was a long night and by the time I drove back to the complex it was six a.m. After I graduated high school, Mum convinced me to do nursing in uni. She told me that this was the easiest way to find a job and the money was decent. I chose the same specialisation she had, working on the paediatric ward, dealing with all the sick children. I should have switched to something else when I had a chance. Every time I had to walk into the hospital, memories flooded back to me and I felt like I was experiencing the same sorrow from three years ago all over again.
I fell asleep pretty much straight away. When I woke up, the clock on the wall was showing four in the afternoon. The sheets smelled great and I didn’t want to move, but it was Monday and I had many things that I needed to sort out.
When I got my breakfast and shower out of the way, I started going through the wardrobes in the apartment. It looked like uncle Joey had worn a lot of stylish and expensive clothes. I packed a few bits away and put out them in the living room. The fridge was empty, so I knew I needed to do some grocery shopping, particularly if I wanted to eat today. I had to file that complaint first, so the douche next door wouldn’t think that I was bluffing. I had no idea who I needed to speak to about the asshole from my floor; maybe I’d try the young lad that spoke to me yesterday. He seemed pleasant enough.
I checked my reflection before I left, examining myself from head to toe. My blond hair was naturally light. I was curvy but a slender size twelve and I’d always hated my oversized boobs. My body had bothered me at times, especially when all my friends were super skinny. Of course, every guy I’d dated had always liked my curves. I’d tried fad diets and I did lose a couple of pounds, but my weight always came back to the usual after a few months.
a cute comfy outfit, made some phone calls, and managed to arrange a meeting with Mum’s solicitor. Some of the apartments had been on the market for months, so I wasn’t so sure that it was possible to make a
off it and a central atrium where the concierge was based. There were also small bungalows scattered around the grounds. As I walked to the concierge desk
twenty-one, and I already had a small clash with one of the residents. I was wondering if I could speak to someone about it,” I
be any more than eighteen. I wanted to sort this out as soon as I could, so I pretended
talking to anyone else. I might as well go directly to the top. Normally I didn’t pick on people or complain for
is his office?” I asked.
office number eleven,” he pointed out with
deep breath, and walked further down the corridor. This was going to be a bit embarrassing. I hadn’t even moved in yet and I was already complaining. This guy, Mr. Tyndall,
through me, but I didn’t hesitate. I simply knocked three times, then
Dexter
my head from the paperwork that I was dealing with to see who was interrupting me. Barbie was standing in my doorway, looking numb with shock, staring straight at me. I darted my eyes up and down her body, imagining tying her up to the chair and
darkening with twisting excitement and mixed astonishment. I’d had a shitty night’s sleep, but surprisingly, this morning I woke up feeling all right.
top and jeans. Why the fuck did she have to tease men like that? Those large tits were practically popping out of the thin material of her top, looking so inviting. I had her knickers in my pocket. I liked keeping a souvenir, especially of a sexy bitch that I was planning to screw shortly.
her lips, staring at me like she was chewing a cable. I bet she wasn’t expecting me when she walked in here a moment ago. What can I say? I have
place?” she asked with obvious disbelief in her
jacket and walked over to her. I was right: she was only a few inches shorter than me. I wanted to play with her, so I came closer, leaning over and around her to shut the door, recognising
as she fought with her urge to slap me. Barbie was pretty. It was a shame
make an official complaint about you,” she hissed, moving around me. She flopped her sexy ass on the chair that was opposite my desk and
to her. She rolled her
Now let’s get to the point. I’m on a schedule, asshole,” she said. I walked back towards her, sat on the edge of the desk, and leaned over so I was close enough to smell her perfume. Tick, tock, the clock was counting slowly and my cock was
calling someone that
a knob
mouth she has
ignoring her insults. She was one of my residents and I had to try to act professional, but she was so infuriating, plus I wanted to fuck her badly. English
not obligated to tell you anything, Mr. Tyndall. I’m here to file a complaint, so let’s