"Okay, this really pisses me off for some reason." Anne sighed as she sat on her sofa.
Anne stared at the ceiling of her living room, then looked around. Her living room was dominated by soft pink and sage green in several parts, including her sofa. She felt that her living room was very beautiful and calming. But strangely, Anne still had a heavy feeling in her chest. Her gaze shifted to a full-body mirror with gold edges.
Anne got up from her seat and walked towards the mirror, then looked at herself wearing a tank top and shorts. Anne suddenly walked quickly to her bedroom and opened her wardrobe, she opened a pink box, and took out a soft yellow dress with a straight cut on the chest, then the dress had spaghetti straps that looked very beautiful on Anne's shoulders. The cut of the dress hugged Anne's body perfectly up to her thighs. Too little above her thighs.
Anne always thought that dresses were dangerous, because they gave an innocent and sweet impression, but with a short cut and thin material, the dress could be very dangerous and naughty.
Which side did Anne like? Both.
In the public eye, Anne is often seen as innocent and sweet, but once she gets into bed she can be like a beast.
Anne's hands then wandered aimlessly from her neck down to her chest and touched her braless bust. She twirled her fingers on her breasts, right above her nipples. In less than five seconds, her nipples had hardened and stood out beautifully behind her dress. Seeing that, Anne's heartbeat became increasingly erratic.
Anne then sat on the floor, still in front of the mirror. She spread her legs towards the mirror, showing a hot pink panty. Anne began to feel the part of her body that was covered by the panty. Her eyes closed instantly, her breath began to quicken.
"Mmhmhh" A light moan came out of Anne's mouth.
Her hands rubbed her V card faster, her chest rose and fell, then Anne opened her panty hurriedly, now Anne's lower body was exposed in front of the mirror. And this turned Anne on even more.
Anne began to insert her finger while continuing to rub her womanhood, moans after moans she could no longer control, she bit her lip, then -
"Ahhh ..." Anne moaned while opening her eyes again.
Then suddenly a message came into Anne's phone. A message from Amanda.
[How is it? Have you submitted the appeal letter?]
Anne sighed as she read the chat from Amanda, then she noticed her wet hands.
Right.. What am I doing…
Anne immediately got up from her seat and headed to the bathroom. She had to think about her future, otherwise she would become a bum.
~~~~~
Soft jazz played faintly from a nearby café named Bambi. Anne sat by the window with a steaming hot latte and her laptop open in front of her, determined to finish the appeal letter that would, hopefully, save her job and keep her from becoming unemployed.
After nearly three hours, she finally hit the final keystroke. She reached for her fourth cup of coffee and took a slow sip.
That's when a tall man with a man bun and light brown hair casually took the empty seat beside her.
"Hey, sorry. I've been watching you work for a while now… you looked super busy. Are you free now?" he asked with a small smile.
Anne glanced at him. Handsome. Well-groomed beard. Muscular frame.
"Well, yes, I'm free now. What's up?"
"Nothing much. I just thought you were really beautiful, but I didn't want to interrupt earlier. If it's okay with you… could I get your number?" he said, offering his phone to her.
Anne stared at the phone for a second, then looked up at him.
"I don't date. And I don't give my number to just anyone," she replied curtly.
His smile faltered, just slightly. Maybe he wasn't used to being turned down.
"But…" Anne added, sipping her latte again, "I don't mind sharing a bed. That's more my thing — no strings attached."
The man lit up. "Perfect. I like casual things. Let's keep it that way. Your place or mine?"
"Mine," Anne answered with a sly grin. She didn't even know his name. Not yet, anyway.
"You drive here?" he asked, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
"Yes. I'd prefer we arrive separately. I mean… you can come over in an hour. It's P Building, number 1234. Easy to remember." Anne stood up, slipping her laptop into her bag.
"Got it. I'll see you in an hour," he said with a smirk.
Anne headed straight back to her apartment. To be honest, she rarely brought men over to her place — she usually preferred hotels or the guy's place. But today? Today had been long. Between the jackass neighbor, the looming pressure of her appeal letter, and her brain spiraling from stress, she simply didn't have the energy to go elsewhere.
And a little stress relief from a hot stranger? Not a bad idea at all.
Okay. Keep it together, Anne. Clean up the mess, take a shower, and put on your sexiest lingerie.
Noah was cleaning his apartment as usual, this was a routine that he always did every day. After about an hour, Noah realized that his antiseptic spray had run out, so he walked towards the storage room, but he still couldn't find the item he was looking for.
"Okay, I guess I need to get out." Noah said with a sigh. He really hated going out of the house, maybe if there was a storm, the first thing he brought was his antiseptic before saving himself.
Noah finally rushed to get his mask and latex gloves, before walking to the mini market near his apartment. When he got there, Noah would go through the cubicles, so that nothing was left behind, he did all this for efficiency and so that he didn't have to go to the convenience store often.
After making sure everything was in his shopping cart, Noah walked towards the cashier. In front of him was a man with a body that was more or less the same as Noah, his hair was brunette and tied up in a ponytail. And Noah hated seeing men with hair that went past their ears the most.
"It's going to be a long night, huh?" the cashier asked the man in front of him.
"Well, yes, she's very pretty and hot, so I feel like doing it once won't be enough," the man replied with a little laugh.
Noah looked at a box of condoms in size L.
What a freak.
Imagining how disgusting and dirty it was when two people made love made Noah shudder. Making love was a very scary concept. Imagine how many germs would be transferred from such an interaction?
After paying for all of Noah's groceries, he returned to his apartment in silence. Then while he was waiting for the elevator, a man stopped right next to him, making Noah immediately turn his head.
Oh, that's the man from the convenience store. So he lives here…
When the elevator door opened, Noah immediately pressed the button 12. Then he noticed the man, he didn't press any buttons.
Does he live on the 12th floor?
As soon as the elevator door opened, the man immediately stepped out ahead of Noah. Then Noah's steps slowly slowed down when he realized the man was standing right in front of room number 1234. Professor Harper's place.
Noah's heartbeat began to race, he didn't want to be seen by Professor Harper, so he unconsciously pretended to call someone and stopped two doors from Anne Harper's apartment.
And sure enough, Not long after, a woman who was very familiar to Noah opened the door with a pink bathrobe that fell to her body perfectly.
Seriously? A different man again from yesterday? What a sex maniac.
Then the unit door closed with a sound that felt deafening. Noah immediately rushed to walk quickly towards his unit, and hoped to feel safe soon.
Noah immediately tidied up some of his shopping, then glanced at the clock on the wall which showed 23.38.
"What? It's almost midnight, and I haven't started on my essay." Noah said to himself.
He immediately rushed to his study room, the room contained several of Noah's books, with an aquarium decorating one of the shelves, and with a small vase of flowers on his desk, the room was neat. Too neat, to the point of seeming stiff and cold.
Noah opened his laptop and started working on his essay, but 20 minutes later, a sound reached Noah's ears. The sound of... a scream? Wait... a moan?!
Noah immediately stood up from his seat and put his ear closer to the wall beside him, the sound became clearer. And Noah knew exactly whose voice it was.
Noah took a deep breath, before then hurriedly looking for his headphones, but damn, Noah couldn't find his headphones. Noah decided to move to the living room in the hope that the sound would be quieter, but it turned out that the sound actually got louder like a mouse caught in a trap.
Noah roughly wiped his face, then angrily took his laptop and took it to the bathroom, he closed the bathroom door and was silent.
Really silent.
Noah smiled triumphantly, then he immediately took a position in the bathtub. For about 10 minutes he worked on his essay in his bathtub. But he started to cramp, and started to get bored, moreover, he started to realize that he was in the bathroom. A freaking bathroom.
Noah finally leaned back, but again unfortunately he accidentally pushed the faucet, letting the water flow fast, feeling panicked Noah dropped his laptop into the tub and without warning the water poured down his laptop mercilessly. He immediately turned off the faucet and took his laptop, but unfortunately it could not be saved.
Noah came out of the bathroom soaking wet. He carefully put his laptop on the coffee table, before then the voice he had forgotten about wandered back into Noah's ears.
Are they animals or something?!
Still dripping wet, Noah stormed out of his unit and banged hard on the door next to his.
[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK]
When there was no answer, he spammed the doorbell.
[DING DONG]
Again.
[DING DONG]
Finally, footsteps approached. The door swung open, revealing a woman in a pink bathrobe, staring at him with wide eyes.
"You... what the hell are you doing here?!" Anne snapped.
"Could you maybe tone down your voices? Some of us are trying to get things done without hearing that noise," Noah muttered, already turning back toward his unit.
"Sex maniac," he added under his breath.
But not quietly enough.
"What did you just say...? Come here and say it to my face!" Anne shouted, loud enough for her partner with the man bun to peek out and check what was going on.
He stood there shirtless, pants half-buttoned. "What's going on, Anne?"
"There's a crazy person at my door!" she yelled, still glaring at Noah's retreating figure.
"Oh. That's the guy from earlier."
"Earlier?"
"Yeah, we ran into each other at the convenience store, and in the elevator. He gave me the most judgmental look when I was paying for condoms."
Anne stared at him in disbelief. "He saw you, Chris?"
Because honestly, the amount of condoms Chris bought was insane. A whole bag full.
Chris just nodded, unfazed, though his eyes lingered on Noah.
"Oh look. He lives next door," he said casually.
Next door?! So that bastard neighbor... is Noah Sinclair?!
Anne groaned, rubbed her face in frustration, and slammed the door shut.
"Okay, Chris. I think you should leave. I'm not in the mood anymore," she said as she walked past him, finding him mid-sip at her kitchen sink.
"Really? But maybe we could... reschedule?" he asked gently. "I mean, still keep it casual."
Anne flopped onto the couch. "Sure."
Chris got dressed, kissed her on the forehead, and headed out.
Anne couldn't stop biting her nails. She hadn't even submitted the appeal letter to her university yet, and now she'd basically been caught in the act by that bratty student.
Right! What if I made a deal with that Noah guy?
A grin crept onto her lips. She didn't know for sure if he'd go for it, but Anne was great at negotiating. She quickly changed into a black sweatshirt and sweatpants, then marched next door.
[DING DONG]
No answer.
[DING DONG]
[DING DONG]
Suddenly, the door opened. "What? What do you want?" Noah said coldly.
Anne crossed her arms. "I have a proposition. Let's talk."
"There's nothing I want to talk about with you," he said flatly, already trying to shut the door.
But Anne was faster — she wedged herself through the narrow gap and slipped inside before he could stop her.
"Hey—what are you doing?! I could report you for trespassing!" Noah growled, clearly pissed.
Anne took in the apartment. Clean. Minimal. A white-marble aesthetic that was so tidy, it felt borderline sterile. Her eyes landed on a laptop sitting on the coffee table — soaked. The only thing out of place in this otherwise flawless room.
"What happened to your laptop?"
"None of your business. Just lower your voice… or whatever that noise was."
"That's actually why I'm here," Anne said, plopping down on his couch with a grin. "I'm willing to make a deal. I won't bring guys over anymore, and you can sleep or do whatever you want in peace."
It was a very good deal for Anne. After all, she rarely brought men home to begin with. And considering this man had already labeled her a sex maniac… fine. Let's just play that part and leave it at that.
But the second Noah saw her on his couch, he ran for his disinfectant spray and started spraying everything — especially her.
"Ahh! What the hell, dude?!" Anne coughed, waving her hands in the air.
"You can't just sit on things after... after doing stuff! Do you even know how many germs are on your body right now?!" Noah shouted, covering his nose with one hand while the other kept spraying nonstop.
"What?! You freak! Who the hell thinks about invisible germs at a time like thar?!" Anne yelled back, swatting his arm.
[DING DONG]
The doorbell rang, halting their shouting match. Noah groaned and opened the door.
An older man stood outside, looking amused.
"Yes, sir?" Noah asked, confused.
"Look, I know love is loud. I get it. Just don't break the furniture, alright? And maybe keep it down a bit. This old man's trying to sleep," the neighbor said, waving a hand casually.
Noah froze, speechless.
"I've been hearing you for hours. And it just keeps getting louder. Poor girl. Maybe just… pick it up again tomorrow. Good night," the man said, strolling off.
What the hell? Noah thought, utterly mortified.