Since I keep to myself, I’m certain my reaction will be the talk of the town. Although I haven’t had neighbors the entire time since moving in three years ago, I can’t wait to be neighborly. I know that I’m going to have to pass her place before getting to mine, so I decide to stop. Seeing her is now my mission. We didn’t really get to speak to each other last time, but it is going to happen today.
I drive up to their property just as another vehicle leaves the residence and passes me by. In the car, it looks like a man, woman, and some kids in the back. Maybe my bunny has siblings; she didn’t divulge that much before she ran off on me.
I park my truck behind a large Spruce. Wanting to stop in, but trying not to look like a stalker, I sit there thinking of a legitimate excuse for my sudden arrival, but I’ve got nothing. I’m about to drive off when she comes out of the house and goes to her SUV. She doesn’t notice my truck, so she grabs what she needs and starts to walk back to the house. She’s not five feet from her front door when a large boom rips through the house and it explodes, sending my bunny flying. I jump out of my truck and run to her.
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I can’t believe my dad sent me out here to knock on our supposedly rude neighbor’s door. I don’t want to deal with the old bastard and his attitude. If it weren't for an opportunity to get away from my wicked stepmother, I wouldn’t have come. Pulling up to the home on the hill and into his driveway, my nerves suddenly make an appearance. The snow is plowed from the drive, but everywhere else is covered. I’m forced to knock on the door because even though this place is a mansion, I can’t find the dang doorbell. The place reminds me of the Beast’s home in Beauty and the Beast. It’s large, dark and very uninviting, yet I must be here. It’s freaking freezing out here. I’m about to walk away, but I know that it’s important to my father.
Just as I attempt to knock again, the door opens. I’m expecting the furniture to be at the entrance, but I nearly faint at the sight before me. He is most definitely not furniture, but more a wall of a man who happens to be standing in the doorway with no clothes on. Well, if you consider the towel he has around his waist, I suppose he’s covered. My eyes avoid looking down because I’m already blushing. All of the sudden, I don’t feel cold. I look him in the eyes, my body heating up to my melting point and I’m almost a puddle at his bare feet. His face is perfection; chiseled, clean-shaven, and a true work of art. The scent emanating from him hits me full force. I watch the way he stares at me, and it’s exhilarating. I want to run into his arms and stay. Something about him makes me feel at home, and I haven’t felt that since I lost my mother.
Shaking off the insane need, I let him know why I’ve stopped by. He doesn’t seem like he wants me to go, but I know if I stay, I’m going to do something really stupid. I don’t mean to look down, but his smile has me all hot and bothered. When I lower my head, I immediately notice that he’s not affected by the cold at all. His cock, which looks ridiculously huge under the towel, is starting to point outward, moving the towel to the side. Needing to make my exit before he keeps me locked away, I barely manage to say bye before I rush to my SUV. I don’t give him a chance to chase after me, which he seems ready to do.
I drive down his long driveway, but I have to pull over the moment I’m out of sight. My heart is pumping like I’ve just gone on a run, and my pussy is throbbing like never before. I need to get it together before I show up back at the house. I don’t want my father or his wife to notice something’s off with me.
My stepmother, Dora, is a real bitch and would do anything to make me feel shitty. Even if it wasn’t her objective to make me angry, my hatred for her is longstanding. I despise her for breaking up our family and for being the ultimate cause of my mother’s death, even if she isn’t the one who killed her. It was because of her and my father that my mother was on her way to meet with her lawyer when she died. Her death is something I don’t think I’ll ever get over.
Dora hates me as well. I’m the leftovers from my father’s first marriage; the one she wormed her way into. She’d be happy if I were dead. There’s something about her that scares me. I wonder if I push her too far one day, will I end up missing. It’s the reason I stayed away so long. Shaking my head in frustration, I start driving again. Once I pull up to the house, I see the gas guy about to leave in his truck. I wave him off and walk into the house.
“What took so long?”
“Took so long, Dora? I’ve been gone fifteen minutes. You act like it’s been hours.”