My Enemy Next Door: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Nicole London

  Chassie

  Present Day

  Manhattan, New York

  I was running out of ways to avoid seeing Tyler, and I knew that Sebastian wouldn’t let me sleep on his couch forever.

  Especially not after he’d had to turn away some redhead who knocked on his door last night.

  Still, I was willing to play this game until my luck ran its course.

  Taking the stairwell up to my office, I grabbed the files I needed and left notes for the interns.

  As I was sitting down to draft another ‘Out of Office to Do Research’ letter, Tyler stepped into my doorway.

  “Chassie?” His deep voice filled the room. “You’re actually at work today?”

  I didn’t respond. I immediately pulled out my laptop and opened a blank document.

  “I need you to tell me when you’re free to talk this weekend,” he said.

  I kept my head down and continued typing. I’m still trying to determine if our last two kisses were dreams or reality, and the sight of him in another custom suit wasn’t helping,

  “Chassie, I know that you can hear me talking to you.”

  I grabbed my headphones.

  “There’s no point in paying a lease on a place you’re avoiding,” he said, stepping into the room. “You might as well make the most of it and get to know your neighbor a bit better, don’t you think?”

  Why are you able to turn me on so easily? I kept my head down.

  Unfazed, he moved closer. “Our college years were a long time ago, Chassie. I tried to apologize for one-upping you all the time, if I’m recalling correctly.”

  “So, you’re finally admitting that you were an asshole back then?” I finally looked up.

  “I’m doing whatever it takes to make you look at me.” He smiled and subtly flexed his fingers, not-so-subtly reminding me of where he’d placed them the other day.

  “Do you need some help with your other career whenever you start recording again?” He asked. “I’ve missed the noise lately.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I felt my cheeks heating. “And I have a friend with benefits for that already.”

  “I’ll believe that when I hear another man’s voice coming through your walls at night,” he said, pausing. “Even if I did believe you, he’s clearly never hit it right.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I didn’t stutter,” he said. “You’ll have to come home for us to talk at some point.”

  “Want to bet?”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  Chassie

  Present Day

  Manhattan, New York

  “Please tell me that you did not lure me over here under the guise of wine and Chinese delivery to talk more shit about Tyler.” Sebastian plopped onto my couch, beer in hand.

  "I'm not talking shit about him," I said. "I'm stating facts, and I like to go through them with my so-called guy friend."

  "I will never use one of my lunch breaks on you again."

  "You don't mean that…"

  "Of course I don't." He sighed. "Go ahead and ruin my buzz before I take the first sip, please. No, wait. Let me get buzzed first."

  "He finger-fucked me in a café the other day."

  He spat out beer all over the living room.

  "I was soaking wet, and I came on his hand."

  "I'm leaving. Spare me the rest of this retelling."

  "I've never had an orgasm like that before," I looked into his eyes. "I can't stop replaying it, and I don't think I can see him at work."

  "Have you realized that you haven't shown up to work in almost a week now, or no?"

  "I don't want to fuck him," I said.

  "Then don't. Now, break out the work, so I can save you from getting completely kicked off your case."

  "Fine." I opened my laptop and clicked on my date file.

  Ding dong! Ding dong! The doorbell sounded.

  "Can you get that for me?" I asked. "And tip the guy twenty, please?"

  He groaned and walked over to the door. "Hey—Oh, um…Hello, Tyler. What's going on?"

  My head snapped up, and I saw Tyler holding a carton of coffee. Dressed in grey sweats and a black fitted T-shirt, he looked as if he was skipping a workday as well.

  His eyes met mine. "Can I come in so we can talk, Chassie?"

  "No." I shook my head. "I'm busy. You can leave and I'll call you when I'm free."

  He didn't make a move, so I stood up and walked over to him.

  "Thank you for bringing some coffee for me and Sebastian." I reached for it, but he held it back.

  "When is a better time to talk today?" he asked.

  "That'll depend on when me and Sebastian get done having sex."

  "What?" He and Sebastian spoke in unison.

  "Yeah," I said. "Me and Sebastian are screwing now. Well, we will be. That's why he's here."

  Tyler glared at me, and Sebastian smiled.

  "You hardly ever let me hug you, Chassie," he whispered. "What the fuck are you doing?"

  "Play along,” I muttered under my breath, glaring at him. "Play. Along."

  "You let me bring you to an orgasm in a café all so you could sleep with someone else?" Tyler asked, handing the carton to Tyler. "Is that what you're telling me?"

  "Yes," I said. "Thank you for the pleasure, though. I'm sure it'll become a distant memory after I spend the night with Sebastian."

  "Nah, I can't go for a round of this shit." He patted my shoulder and kissed my cheek. "I love you. I'll see you when the boss is making you clear out your office."

  He walked away without another word, stepping onto the elevator and leaving the two of us alone.

  "Do you know that as first chair, I can report you to Mr. Walsh for not contributing to our case?" Tyler asked.

  "You're a temporary employee."

  "And you're a terrible one," he said. "I just want us to talk."

  "Fine. Go ahead."

  He stepped forward and kissed me, forcing my back to hit the doorframe.

  The feel of his lips, soft and wet, made my knees weak as he wedged his leg between my thighs.

  Our tongues collided in a flurry of messy kisses, and I reached up to grab a fistful of his hair.

  He slid his hand behind my back and squeezed my ass, our mouths still fighting for control.

  My heart raced a mile a minute as he reached down and ripped the buttons off the side of my skirt.

  Suddenly tearing away from me, he whispered against my mouth. "Are you going to invite me in?"

  "Yes…"

  He stared at me as if he was waiting for me to do it, but I couldn't completely focus.

  Smiling, he pushed me inside and shut the door behind us.

  He pushed me up against the back of the couch, and the next thing I felt was his hand sliding under my skirt, between my thighs until he reached the silk band of my panties.

  Before I could react, he tore them off and tossed them onto the floor. His fingers, still as thick and pleasurable as they were in that fucking cafe, slid deep inside of me all at once.

  "Ahhh, Tyler…" I moaned as he punished me with a faster rhythm, as he spared no seconds to bring me closer and closer to the edge.

  "You're so fucking wet for me," he whispered into my ear. “So fucking wet.”

  I reached down and untied the drawstring of his sweatpants and pushed them down, freeing his massive cock.

  I gasped as I saw the head of it, as the veins swelled against my fingertips. Even though I'd touched it before—touched myself at the memory of it, my personal images didn't do his actual size any justice.

  A smile crossed his lips as he watched my reaction to him. Then he whispered. "Don't worry, all of me will fit."

  Pulling a condom from his pocket, he told me to push his sweatpants all the way down to the floor.

  I obliged, watching him slowly roll a condom over his cock.

  When I was upright again, he pressed a quick kiss against my lips. Then he gripped my w
aist and spun me around.

  Spreading my legs from behind, he palmed my ass for several seconds, whispering words I couldn't quite comprehend. Then he slowly slid inside of me, inch by inch.

  "Oh fuck…"

  "Do you want me to stop?" He kissed the back of my shoulder.

  "No…" I moaned as he buried himself deeper.

  "Are you sure?"

  I could only nod. He was filling me in a way that I'd never been filled before.

  With his breathing heavy in my ear, he gave me a few moments to adjust to his size and a few moments to grab onto the couch’s thick pillows.

  Without any warning, he grabbed my waist a bit tighter, and then he began fucking me with wild abandon.

  I cried out as he pleasured me with every stroke, as he gently bit my shoulder in between hard thrusts.

  I caught our reflection in the screen of my living room television, and I became even wetter at the sight of him dominating me from behind.

  I reached down to strum my clit as he continued giving me everything I never knew I wanted, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair to keep me in position.

  Shutting my eyes, I called his name as my pussy began throbbing against him. I tried to hold on a little while longer, to last until he came, but I couldn't.

  He was too much.

  "Ohhh goddd…" I screamed those words aloud and actually meant them for the first time. Then I collapsed against the couch.

  Tyler stilled behind me seconds later, finding his own release.

  My heart pounded fast in my chest as he slowly pulled out of me.

  After throwing away the condom, he lifted me up and placed me directly onto the couch cushions.

  He stared at me for several seconds as he adjusted his sweatpants. He looked as if there was something more he wanted to say, but then he just left.

  Chassie

  Present Day

  Manhattan, New York

  A few minutes later, I sat up on the couch. My body was still on edge, still on a high, but yearning to chase another one.

  Without thinking, I stood up from the couch and walked over to my door.

  When I opened it, Tyler was still standing in the hallway, still staring as if he was waiting for me.

  Not saying a word, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest.

  I stood on my toes to taste his mouth again—greedily kissing him as hard as he’d kissed me.

  His cock hardened against my thighs and he slid a hand under my skirt—feeling that I was still wet.

  “Get the condom out of my pocket,” he whispered.

  I kept my mouth pressed against his, fumbling around for the foil packet. I managed to grab it between my fingertips and pull it out, but it fell to the floor.

  Tyler smiled and pulled me down onto hallway’s carpeted floor, drawing me into another flurry of frenzied kisses.

  Briefly tearing my mouth away from his, I leaned back and pushed his sweatpants down all over again.

  “Sit on top of me,” he said.

  “Now?”

  Now. He stared into my eyes, not repeating himself.

  I pushed up my skirt and straddled his waist.

  He looked over at where I’d dropped the condom and silently commanded me to slide it over his cock.

  I tore it open with my teeth and obliged, slowly rolling it over him.

  As I took my time, he slid his hand behind my back and unsnapped my bra. Then he motioned for me to pull off the rest of my clothes.

  I obliged, and within seconds, I was completely naked in our shared hallway.

  Gripping me by the waist, he gently lifted me up and slowly guided me onto his cock.

  He kissed me to distract me—to muffle my moans as he flexed his hips and made me take all of him.

  “Ohhh…” I adjusted to his length all over again, and then he let me go.

  I pressed my hands against his chest and rode his cock with wild abandon, staring into his eyes as he watched my every move.

  He sat up and sucked my right nipple into his mouth—swirling his tongue against me as I continued to ride him.

  It didn’t take me long to reach a second orgasm; I fell apart and came with his name on the tip of my tongue, with him holding me taut against him until I stopped shaking.

  “Chassie, Chassie, Chassie…” He rubbed his hands against my back until I caught my breath.

  When he was certain that I was fine, he gently moved me off him. Then, as if he knew that I couldn’t feel my legs, he let out a low laugh and scooped me into his arms.

  Carrying me back into my condo, he walked me around the space until he found my bedroom. He gently placed me onto the mattress and kissed my lips.

  “Can you let me have the rest of the night by not screaming some other man’s name?”

  I nodded, unable to say a single word.

  “And can we please fucking talk whenever you wake up?”

  I nodded again.

  “Good.” He kissed my lips, and I tried to tell him to stay, but I was too weak.

  And within seconds, I was fast asleep.

  Tyler

  Present Day

  Manhattan, New York

  I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my waist in a towel. I was hoping that the third time under the cold streams was the charm, even though I didn’t want my night of sex with Chassie to end.

  I wanted more of her. Much more.

  Since I knew that falling asleep anytime soon wasn’t an option, I took a seat on my couch and turned on the television.

  As I was flipping through the channels, a soft knock sounded at my door.

  Confused, I got up to answer it, and found myself face to face with Chassie.

  With her cheeks flushed red, she was wearing an oversized T-shirt and holding out an empty condom wrapper.

  “I don’t need the condom packet back.” I smiled, taking it from her hands. “But thank you very much, Neighbor.”

  “I’m just doing my part to prevent littering on our floor,” she said. “You know, for our other neighbors.”

  “We’re the only tenants who live up here, Chassie,” I said. “What do you really want?”

  “I want to catch up on something I’ve thought about for a while.”

  “It’s a little too late to talk about getting caught up on your work.”

  “I’m talking about sucking your cock.”

  “What?” I was certain I’d misheard that.

  “I want to feel your cock in my mouth.”

  I didn’t need hear her say anything else.

  I smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her inside. Waiting for the door to shut, I walked her out onto my balcony.

  Leading her over to a black chair, I didn’t immediately take a seat. Instead, I kissed the back of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses against her skin.

  She let out a deep breath as I threaded my fingers through her hair.

  “You're so fucking beautiful." I said as I pressed one final kiss against her skin.

  I sat down to face her, prepared to watch her every move.

  Her back was to the city, and she looked stunning as ever against the bright lights.

  Pulling off her T-shirt, she revealed her perfect D-cup breasts and a pair of red panties that wouldn’t make it to tomorrow morning.

  She kneeled down and moved between my thighs. Keeping her eyes on mine, she untied my towel and rubbed my cock between her palms.

  Kissing my tip, she swirled her tongue around me until I was completely hard all over again.

  Beyond aroused, I leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair as she slowly took me between her lips. Then into her perfect, hot mouth.

  “Fuck…” I breathed as she bobbed her head up and down my length, taking me all the way down her throat.

  I tensed as she teased me with her tongue each time she swallowed me whole, each time she stared at me for approval.

  She moaned against me, turning me on even more—pushing me close
r and closer to a release with ease.

  “Fuck, Chassie…” I cupped her face as she moved back up. “I’m about to come, so—”

  She pushed my hands away, and kept her eyes on mine—giving me permission to finish in her mouth.

  Moments later, I placed my hands on her shoulders as I reached my release.

  Chassie watched me unravel, and then I watched her swallow every last drop.

  “We can catch up on ‘us’ some other day,” I said, standing up and pulling her with me. “You’re going to be here all weekend.”

  Chassie

  Present Day

  Manhattan, New York

  * * *

  Later that weekend

  I woke up to Tyler running his fingers through my hair. My cheek was pressed against his chest, and if my eyes were telling the truth, the alarm clock on his table read, “7:53.”

  Shit.

  I sat up. “Should we get to work now? Our final client meeting is today.”

  “Ours?” He smiled. “You mean, mine?”

  “No, mine,” I said. “I’m still second chair.”

  “I rescheduled it for another day and told the office we’ll be working out of the office for the rest of the week.”

  “Do you mean that?”

  “No.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m going to do you a favor and pretend like you’ve been helping me all along. Then after this case is closed, you’ll need to tell Mr. Walsh that you’re only going to be available for twenty billable hours a week.”

  “You think that just because we’ve had sex a few times that you can tell me what to do with my life?”

  “No.” He kissed me. “But I do know that you spend sixty or more hours a week working on the audiobooks and you’re enjoying that more.”

  “How does this benefit you?” I asked. “What’s your angle?”