Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(13)

I set my many alarms for tomorrow morning and snuggle down in bed, relishing in the feeling of the sheets against my bare skin. Before Adam I always slept nude but he thought it was weird, so I had to wear pajamas. Now that I’m on my own again, I can sleep naked all I want.

I sigh happily as I feel a small breeze coming in from the open window and wrap myself up like a human burrito. The soothing sound of falling rain lulling me to sleep in no time.

I absolutely adore my new apartment. It was quite literally love at first sight and now that I’m all moved in, I feel like I’m home. Whilst I loved living with Spencer, I couldn't live with him forever and interrupt his life. I'm not the only one who seems to love this place, Bernard seems happy here too. He spent the first day exploring the entire place; it was quite fun to see him roam around and hide from Owen whenever he was close when him and Spencer helped me move in. Guess Spencer is the only big muscly guy he likes.

It only took me the weekend to sort everything out. I suppose I could have moved in as soon as I had signed the contract, but I waited until the weekend. With work I didn’t have much energy at the end of the day or the time to really move everything in. I love my new job but constantly interviewing bands, fashion designers or models can be exhausting. Especially the driving, they don’t come into the office for the interviews, oh no, I have to go to them. I’ve had to drive four hours for a thirty minute interview with a model, who was late herself and was a right bitch. Then let’s not forget the four hour drive back, which turned into six hours thanks to the rush hour traffic.

We had a 'house warming party' on Saturday. Not sure you can call it that when a bunch of boxes are scattered all over the place and I say party, but there weren’t very many people. There was Spencer of course, Owen, and a few of their friends. Thanks to Adam, who liked to keep me all to himself, I don’t have many friends and all my co-workers were already busy since it was such short notice.

We ordered loads of food and spent the evening drinking and talking. At one point, Spencer pulled out my karaoke machine and we all had a go. It was such a fun night but I feel slightly bad for my neighbors. We were quite loud but no one has complained, so I don’t think we disturbed anybody. Hell, I’m not even sure the two apartments either side of me are occupied as I haven’t heard a peep from them so far. My guests left around two in the morning. I laid in bed and fell asleep pretty much instantly considering the stressful week I had, the moving in and the alcohol.

Tonight it’s cold and rainy. Nights like this are my favorite. I fall asleep in no time listening to the rain hit the window. Bernard had fallen asleep by my feet a while ago and would probably stay there for the whole night.





CHAPTER 5





2 AM


I groan when I hear a noise from next door that has rudely woken me up. I don’t think much of it at first; it’s probably just a neighbor, I didn’t know I had, dropping something. Maybe they were away over the weekend and have only just returned. I look at my phone to see what time it is and I’m ready to scream.

Two f*cking am!

Who in the hell makes this much noise this late?!

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The noise is coming from behind me.

Thud. Moan. Thud.

Oh hell no! They can’t be f*cking. Not in the middle of the night.

I bang on the wall with my fist, hoping they’ll get the message and shut up, but it only seems to spur them on.

At first, I could only hear female groans, but now I can hear a very distinct low voice moaning and they are f*cking going at it like crazy.

I cover my head with a pillow to try and muffle the sounds but after a couple of seconds I have to come out for air.

I told Matt I’d end up with a couple f*cking in the middle of the night. I f*cking called it and now I’m stuck here. Is there a rule that lets you get your money back if you’re not happy less than seven days after signing the lease? Because if there is, I’m so moving out!

Five minutes pass and the only thing they’ve managed to do, besides pissing me off, is make me horny. I’m all hot and bothered but I don’t want to be touching myself whilst listening to my neighbors f*cking, that’d be f*cking perverted. I sigh and climb out of bed, might as well get out of the room before they drive me mad.

I stumble to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of cold water and grab some more ice cream. When you’re like me and haven’t had sex in a long time, you turn to food. I hope they’ll be done by the time I go back to bed, I can’t listen to that when I'm trying to sleep.

Thirty minutes later, thinking they had time to finish up and fall asleep, I head back to my room and to my horror, I can hear them still going at it. Her moans getting more and more high pitched by the second. Please be close so my nightmare can be over soon, I beg you! I snort at Bernard who’s still curled up in a tiny fur ball at the foot of my bed completely undisturbed by our neighbor's antics. I climb back into bed and settle down again. There is complete silence next door and I start to drift off again.

Just as I’m on the cusp of sleep, they start their giggling and moaning all over again. I’m ready to cry. I’m horny, frustrated and tired. I want to go and break down their door, punch the woman and then f*ck her man. That’d satisfy all my current needs but no, I don’t do that. Instead, I grab my phone and my headphones to tune out the outside world and curl up into my tiny bubble like I used to do when my parents would yell at me for no reason. Hello old habits, we meet again.