The Brute Next Door

The sound of heavy rock blasts from her neighbor's apartment. Usually her once a week cleaning spree is more peaceful. Normally filled with Aurora’ s voice soothing her instead of her angrily wiping the dining table as if it had put a curse on her and she wanted to be free of it. She is cursing at the fact that out of all the places in the world she would get stuck with a neighbor that has no respect for the people living around him.

He had barely moved in a week ago. She still had no idea what he looked like, but what she did know so far was that he was loud. The walls weren't that thick and he had no sense of control with his heavy steps as he moved from room to room.

The door opens, her best friend Chase walks in with four big bags full of groceries in each hand. He hoists them onto the countertop breathing a sigh of relief, eyeing the wall where the music blares next door.

"That guy really does not give a shit that there are other tenants living here does he?" He asks taking the food out of the bags.

"He's an asshole," she declares throwing her arms up, "No one needs to listen to music that loudly. If he had a house I would understand, but in an apartment with paper thin walls, it is a bit excessive. I just can't go over there and demand him to turn the music down though."

"Well, you could always ask politely if anything," he advised placing soy milk into the fridge. She began to help him put away the groceries.

"I don't know, Chase. I don't want to cause unnecessary conflict because he likes to blast his music."

"He does it all the time. I'm not here as much as you, but I can still go ask him to turn it down."

I grasp onto his wrist, he shoots me a ‘what the hell' look, "Please Chase, do not go over there. I'll figure something out in due time okay?"

He rolls his eyes, "Okay honey. Whatever you want."

"Thank you." Glancing at the clock she sees it is time to get ready for work. She was the instructor for an Abs classes that she taught Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Whenever she told people about her occupation they would laugh and think she was making it up. However, yes, abs classes are real. They are dedicated to just working out the core. She was also a personal trainer on the side just so she could keep affording her somewhat decent apartment that is walking distance from where she worked.

Once she is done getting ready she thanks Chase for the groceries, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and heads out. The music sounds even louder outside. Heaving a sigh, she begins the walk to work. The wind rustles her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair. When she shows up to work, the room is full. Smiling to herself she puts her bag off to the side before joining the class.

She begins with a small warm-up to get the blood flowing and from there they do over ten exercises that all help strengthen the core. The entire class is sweating by the time she's done. They thank her profoundly as they leave and promise to see her next time.

The best thing about being an instructor is seeing the joy she gets to see on her client's faces. As long as she can make them happy then nothing else matters. Not even that asshole next door with his insanely loud music matters at this point.

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She wakes with a start to loud noises coming from next door. Still half asleep she checks the time to see it's 2 am.

Are you kidding me!? She screams in her head.

Tearing the covers off of herself, she staggers into the dining room-still half asleep-to inspect the noise closer. Her entire face heats when she realizes what is going on. There's grunting, a woman moaning like a damn banshee, and dirty words began to tumble out of his mouth.

"You like that you fucking slut? Huh, tell me you fucking like it?"

"Yes! Please harder!"

"Oh, you want it harder?"

The bed rattles and she stumbles backward. This has to stop.

She will never be able to sleep if they go at it all night and she has way too much shit to do tomorrow without this bullshit going down. Pulling on a robe she stomps next door knocking on it with a force to be reckoned with. Resting both hands on her hips, she waited for him/her to answer still not sure who exactly lived here. There was an angry voice coming closer and closer to the door. It was whipped open, she took a sharp breath in now face to face with a man that was not too happy to see her.

All the heated words she had prepared have now been doused in water as she stares dumbly at the man before her. He was massive, towering over her like she wasn't 5'7. Dark ebony locks fell messily around his face and she could only assume why when her blue eyes fixated on the sweat that had matted his hair to his forehead. His full lips were twisted into a scowl, beauty marks scattered across his face making her want to count each and every one. He wasn't all sharp and defined edges, but he still had a strong jaw and his Grecian nose somehow fit perfectly with all his other features.

His sculpted chest rose and fell hard, broad shoulders pulled tautly, and his stomach clenched as he tried to regain his breath. His abs were cut to perfection, the thin trail of black hair made her eyes drift down and she blushed when she saw he was wearing boxer briefs where he still had a hard-on. Then her eyes can't help but take in all the strange tattoos on both his arms. It's a variety of patterns that almost look robotic.

"What the fuck do you want?" He growled impatiently.

Finally, she is able to snap out of her funk, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm trying to sleep and you two are kind of being loud."

He stares at her like she has grown a second head, "And?"

Taken aback by his simple response, she squeaks out the next part, "And can you please tone it down a bit?"

His lips curl into a cruel smirk, "So because you're a little prude I have to be quieter?"

Her hands ball into fists at her sides, "I have a lot to do today and I need my sleep. All I'm asking is if you could quiet down, maybe use less talking, and have her stop moaning so loud. I highly doubt that you're that good," she snaps really wanting to slam her fist into his face right about now.

He chuckles, but it holds no warmth. Opening the door wider, he evades her space, folding his body so that his face is much too near her own. His warm breath flutters over her face and she's surprised to find it smells minty, "I bet if you let me inside that tight cunt of yours I'd have you screaming my name in the first two minutes."

Her entire body jolts at his words, wetness pools between her legs to her dismay. His eyes flit over her tinted cheeks knowingly.

"I-I," she is lost for words, "J-Just quiet down please."

"What's your name?"

"As if I would tell you," she hisses about to make my way back to my room and try to die in peace.

"Please?"

His eyes have gone soft so she decides to give in, "Ava."

She slams her door behind her, stopping as she hears his heavy footfalls return to the room, the girl yelps, and then her heart drops to her stomach when she hears him.

"That's it Ava baby ride my cock."

"My name isn't-"

"Shut up and ride my fucking cock like the good girl you are."

"C'mon Ava come for me."

She wants to scream at the top of her lungs but instead returns to her room plopping down on her bed.

That guy was a piece of work!

She knew she shouldn't have told him her name! Such an idiot!

The noises eventually stop around 4 am where she finally is able to fall asleep, but her alarm clock wakes her only a few hours later. Groaning she forces herself out of bed to take a much-needed shower. Coffee ends up being her best friend this morning and she chugs two cups before she feels like she can actually get through this day.

Her errands consist of paying the bills, checking on her friends' cats while she is away, applying for a job at a high-end restaurant that will help make paying the bills a hell of a lot easier, and finally picking up her birth control that helps regulate her periods. The thing was she hadn't been with a guy for a while now. Mainly due to being busy with work and also because some guys were just so boorish that it made her want to puke.

Was it so much to ask for a nice guy that loved her more than just for what she had to offer physically? Sometimes it sure felt like it.

Chase was constantly trying to get her to join those dating apps and she just wasn't having it. She'd rather find a guy through other means.

Returning home she sees her neighbor locking his door. He's so damn tall and muscular that it makes her hate him even more. The black shirt he wears stretches across his wide back hugs his biceps which lead to forearms lined with muscle and veins that are visible against his tattooed skin. His denim jeans showcase his long legs and tree-trunk thighs. Black combat boots adorn his feet which makes her stifle a laugh because of course, he has the whole bad boy theme going on.

She notices in his other hand a motorcycle helmet. So he rides? Great. All her fantasies thrown together in a body of a guy that is a total dick. He begins walking her way, dark eyes meet her, but his expression doesn't give away anything. She juts out her chin, keeping her head high as they begin to walk past each other.

"Ava baby," he murmurs under his breath and she whips around.

"You are a fucking bastard!"

He doesn't even stop his pace, only peers over his shoulder pinning her with a dark look that screams ‘If you let me I'll make all your fantasies come to life.'

"In your dreams!" Immediately she slaps her hand over her mouth because he hadn't really said that out loud and now she had just made a fool of herself.

He disappears out of sight. She really did not like that guy. Not one-fucking- bit.

Part Two Coming Soon!

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