My "Straight" Neighbor: Chapter 9

“You lying, two-faced snake bitch!” She screamed at me, a pointed finger dangerously close to my face.

I was already shaking, tears already threatened my eyes.

She inched forward, nothing but rage swirling in her pupils; “We should’ve never been nice to you!” She spat, “We should’ve never fucking met you!” Her words stung, stabbed me to the core.

What could I say? Was she wrong?

“What have I ever fucking done to you?” Nothing– nothing was the answer but I don’t think she wanted a real response. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

I shook my head, I wanted to explain.

“Go!” She demanded.

24 hours earlier.

I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face since that night at the club. I loved him, and we made love right then and there.

Afterwards, we cleaned ourselves up; despite the grass stains on our clothes and my torn boxers that we had to throw in the fire. We waited a while; watching them burn before pouring sand on top of it. “Get it together, Max. Remember only Roman knows.” He reminded me before we walked inside.

And he was right– sorta. Roman knew, Wes knew, Misha knew. Who knows who else knew?

But that night we spent the night at the club, Denver showed me to the room he would stay in when they visited. And I slept in his bed with him, cuddled with him.

The next morning we were able to sneak away and leave before breakfast, before anyone else could find us together. And when we got back home that Sunday morning, I made him breakfast; treated him like a King. Because in my eyes, he was one– my King.

So here we were, laid up in my living room. Enjoying our company.

Everything was back to normal, better than normal. He told Roman, he actually told someone. On top of that, I got a peek into the real side of Denver; the human and faulted side of him. I didn’t press any more questions, didn’t ask why Misha and him didn’t get along; why Wes and him didn’t get along. To me it didn’t matter.

I just looked at his roughed features, in love with every single one of them.

“Hey, you.” I poked him in the side, earning a smile from him as he looked at me. “We should probably take showers about now.”

He chuckled, “You’re probably right.” And he went to stand but I cut him short by rolling on him, straddling his waist and cupping his face.

Those green eyes looked into mine, “But first…” I licked my lips, bit on my bottom lip and watched his smirk grow, felt him grow too. “I want dessert.” I whispered as I leaned down to kiss him.

His hands snaked around my hips, fingers dipped under the waistband. I broke away, pulled his hands off me– and dropped to my knees on the floor. I stared up at his parted lips and raised eyebrows, giving him this lost puppy dog look. “I just don’t know what to choose.” I tilted my head, walked my fingers up his thigh.

He just smirked, playing along; “I could recommend something.” His hand slid across my face, tugged at my hair.

I licked my lips again, my fingers dangerously close to his bulge; “What’s on the menu?” I whispered, earning another tug; another twitch in his pants.

“Depends.” He leaned forward, his breath cascading over my lips as he said; “What’re you in the mood for?” His head tilted, “This cock down your throat, or this cock between your legs?”

I smirked, staring down at the heavy bulge he now grabbed with his own hand; shaking it with force in his pants– a wild look in his eyes.

It was my turn to tilt my head, “I don’t know.” I dramatically bit down on my bottom lip, taking my time sliding it across my teeth; “Does it taste good?”

He chuckled, using both hands to unbutton his pants; slide them down and over his knees. He looked back at me, “I don’t know.” He grabbed my head, descended my mouth onto his raging boxers; “You tell me.”

So I began rubbing my face all over it, flipping it around; earning twitch after twitch until I saw a dot from at his tip.

I curled my fingers under his waistband and pulled, letting his monster fly out and smack me in the chin. I smirked as I held his base sturdy, looked him in the eyes as I wrapped my mouth around his balls– and sucked.

He grunted, “Mmm.” I loved the taste, I knew I did.

I let his balls pop out of my mouth, dragged my tongue from the base of his thickest vein all the way to his tip; then engulfed him.

He shuddered under me, it twitched inside me. I allowed his whole length to bury, opened and gagged until my nose touched his hairs. “Tastes good, hm?” He clapped my cheeks in his hands, pulsed his cock in my throat and smiled at the slime that sputtered out of me.

He held me down for longer, longer than I normally would stay; until my breath was gone– oxygen depleted. Before letting me go– letting me breathe.

I gasped for air, red in the eyes. “You’re getting a little too good at this.” He smirked at me, rubbing my saliva all around my face; coating me with it. “How about I make it harder for ya?”

I didn’t know what he meant, what he had in mind. But I answered all the same, “Yes, sir.”

His mouth opened and his head tilted back as he slid two fingers in my mouth, pressed down on my tongue. “What’d ya say?” He knew I couldn’t repeat it, but I tried anyway for him. “How bad do you want this cock?” He smirked at my struggle to form words.

He slapped me across the face, tugged at my hair and rammed his length inside my throat with his fingers still stuck to my tongue.

I gagged immediately, heaved instantly. “That’s what I’m looking for, good fucking boy.” He fucked my face just like that, moaning and grunting with every gag I gave him.

Until a knock on my door scared the shit out of us.

He let go, I stumbled back to the floor; both of our eyes wide and looking straight at the door.

I scrambled to my feet, giving Denver a concerned look. No one knocks on my door, nobody here knows me but them. And when I looked through the peep-hole, I saw him– Roman.

My head whipped to Denver and mouthed, “It’s Roman.” with a crazy questioning look.

He just rolled his eyes, pulled up his boxers; then his pants– not bothering to button them at all. I watched him walk to the door, my eyes went even wider.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I whispered and grabbed his wrist, “Look at us.” He was clearly hard– very very hard. My hair was a mess and saliva covered my face.

Denver just shook me off, oh my God he’s fucking crazy. And he unlocked the door; opening it to his best friend that stood there innocently.

“What’s up man?” Denver asked cooly, not a shred of anxiety or shame.

Roman looked at him, his eyes drifting down his best friend’s very disheveled look; widening his eyes as he took a single glance at me. “What the fuck?” He shielded his eyes from me and the downstairs of his friend, looking only in Denver’s eyes that grinned ear to ear; “You’re sick.”

“And you could’ve just texted me.” Denver retorted nonchalantly, “What’s up?”

Roman rolled his eyes now, handing over an envelope to his friend; “Here. My dad wanted you to have this.”

Denver took it, “This couldn’t have waited til I was home?” He chuckled, folding the envelope and shoving it in his pocket.

“I just figured…” He took another quick glance in my direction, “I would try to show some forthcomingness,” he glared at his friend; “But don’t worry, I learned my lesson.” And right before he turned away, he landed a swift punch to Denver’s package that made him yelp in pain.

Denver doubled over, clutching his bulge; “Cocksucker!” He yelled down the hallway that Roman ran down, out of sight.

But before Denver could close the door, we both heard Roman; “You’re one to talk!” and the door snapped closed– leaving us a mess and alone again, Denver sporting a very knowing blush.

Denver and I didn’t go back to what we started, for me– the mood was ruined.

So instead we took showers and got changed, he went back to his apartment while I took the day to clean up my house. There were plans to meet at the girls apartment later, maybe go out; maybe not.

And it’s not that I wasn’t fond of them anymore, not that I didn’t like spending time with them. But now, they seemed to be the only people I see on a day to day basis that don’t know. Roman does, Wes does, even fucking Misha does. I asked Denver if they would be spreading it across his family, to which Denver shrugged.

So even more people could know– just not Emily and Leah.

We had to be a secret again in their presence, act “normal” in their presence. And Jesus fuck did that suck.

But it was whatever, they were my friends and I did like hanging out with them. And in my mind; the more time we spend with them, the more likely Denver will be to finally tell them. Hopefully he’s just as sick of keeping us a secret as I am.

My mind was all over the place as I was cleaning, mopping my kitchen and vacuuming the living room. I was gathering laundry together when I spotted that white envelope in Denver’s back pocket– he forgot to take it with him when he left.

And I swear I didn’t mean to read it, but it was bright fucking red on the front.

To my forever son. It read.

My heart skipped a beat, my mouth parted; the envelope burned in my hands– felt heavier than a thousand bricks as I sat it down on my bathroom counter. I stared at it, my forever son.

I wouldn’t open it, I’m not that fucking crazy. But I was curious– of course I was.

Was it money? Just a letter? He’s way past eighteen to garner any type of inheritance, so what could it be? Do I ask him when I return it? Do I leave it alone?

Just another thing on my mind as I continued to clean.

But I was pleasantly surprised when around four o’clock, my phone started chiming and chiming– and chiming off the hook.

You were added to a conversation “Half & Half”

Emily 4.02 pm. Ayyyyye Max!

Emily 4.02 pm. Why are we just now adding him?

Denver 4.03 pm. He had to pass the vibe check^

Emily 4.03 pm. Shut up Denver

Leah 4.03 pm. YAY! Can we finally rename this damn chat to the Mystery Gang?

Roman 4.04 pm. No.

Denver 4.04 pm. HAHAHAHA

Leah 4.05 pm. You two suck .

Emily named the conversation “Mystery Gang”

Roman 4.05 pm. NO

Denver named the conversation “Get a life Emily”

Roman 4.05 pm. HA much better

Leah named the conversation “Mystery Gang”

Leah 4.06 pm. If I see one more person change it, I’m leaving .

Denver named the conversation “LeaH iS LeAvInG”

Roman 4.06 pm. I’m dead

Leah left the group

Roman added Leah to the group

Leah left the group

Emily named the conversation “Mystery Inc.”

Roman added Leah to the group

Leah 4.07 pm. I can compromise with this .

Leah 4.07 pm. Also, Denver I hate you .

Leah 4.08 pm. Also, dinner at our apartment tonight. We’re making tacos and margs.

Denver 4.09 pm. Fuck yeah

Leah 4.09 pm. Denver you aren’t invited .

I was smiling ear to ear as I watched all the texts come through. I could hear every word in their voice, every text in their diction.

Max 4.10 pm. I’m there, what time?

Leah 4.10 pm. Omg I forgot Max was here LOL come over at 7:30.

Max 4.11 pm. Got it.

I sat my phone back down, at least now I don’t have to worry about dinner. Tacos and margaritas sounded great.

So around seven thirty, I made my way over to their apartment and knocked on the door.

It opened– it was Denver. “Hey there sunshine.” My face dropped, color drained as I peered past him and saw nobody. For a second I thought he may have forgotten where he was, that we were most definitely not alone.

But of course I blushed, bounced on my tiptoes and planted a quick kiss to his lips. “You forgot this.” I slid that envelope out of my pocket, handing it over to him.

His eyes widened as his lips parted, that smirk falling from his face. “Thank you.” he shoved it in his pocket, moving out of the way to let me in. I wanted to ask him, and I almost did before he yelled; “Max is here!”

And I heard yelps and hollers come around the kitchen, “Max!” Emily shrieked with her hands in the air, running over to me like she didn’t see me last night.

“Shots anyone?” Leah rounded behind her, a tray of lime green colored shots in her hand. Emily basically tackled me in a hug, letting go to join Leah in shot taking.

She was drunk already, that much was obvious.

Denver patted my shoulder, “I’ll take one.” And walked around me to grab a shot off the tray, but not for himself– no, he handed that one to me; then took another for himself.

Soon we all stood in a circle, the five of us– Mystery Inc.

And with devilish looks on the girls faces, they began their very common slogan for cheers. “Here’s to love, here’s to honor!” They chanted together.

And then we all chanted with them, “If you can’t cum in her, cum on her!” And all of our glasses clinked together, rising to our lips and downing them.

As vulgar as it may be, the phrase always made me laugh; always started off the night with a bang. And a great night it was– we all congregated in the small galley kitchen; not letting the girls do everything.

We all chipped in– like one happy family.

Leah cooked chicken and ground beef, Roman chopped lettuce and tomatoes next to her; Emily was our designated bartender. While Denver and I stumbled our way around making guacamole. It was a perfect night, filled with nothing but our smiles.

Until it wasn’t.

After we finished stuffing our faces with food, we all drunkenly decided to play random games around the coffee table. “Truth or dare!” Emily screamed, her knees pressed together and her hands held high.

“Lame!” Roman piped, but earned a smack from Leah. The girls agreed that truth or dare would be fun, especially with their newcomer– aka me.

I sat on a single chair across the couch that held Roman and the girls, his arm over Leah; Denver on another single chair next to me. “Okay fine.” I submitted, “Who’s first?” I eyed the room.

“Who’s the youngest?” Roman asked, eyes squinted as he too scanned the room. But all their eyes landed on me, purse-lipped and knowing looks.

I laughed, rolled my eyes; “Whatever,” I started, “Leah…” I pointed at her, swirling my margarita in my glass; “Truth or dare?” I asked with a smirk.

She flipped her hair, returning that smirk; “Truth.”

And truthfully, I had no idea what to ask as the boys booed her for choosing truth. “Okay uhm,” I took a glance at Roman, then to Denver; trying to source anything to ask. “What’s your biggest fear?” I asked with a shrug.

She only chuckled, everyone teasing me for such an easy question. “Gaining weight.” She answered quite simply, quite quickly. And Emily immediately pouted her lips, lending an assuring hand to Leah’s knee as the boys laughed.

“Keep her in the gym bro.” Denver added, and I punched him teasingly.

Leah scoffed, “Okay Denver. Truth or dare?” She cocked her head, an evil grin working her lips.

He smirked too, “Dare.” And leaned forward, elbows on his knees and his chin in hands; looking right in her eyes.

Her wicked grin only grew, “Read the last dirty text you sent.” And she crossed her legs, giving Emily a knowing look. But my heart skipped a beat watching Denver not laugh at all; instead he pulled out his phone with his brows raised.

I looked at Roman, he looked at me. And I drifted my eyes to Emily who was intently focused on Denver as he went red in the face; “I don’t think I should share this.” He eyed Leah, scanned the room and landed on me.

“It’s a dare Denver, read it.” Emily chimed in.

He cocked his head and looked at his phone once again. Don’t say it, don’t say it. I know exactly what it says– do not say it. But he opened his fucking mouth; “Will I get my good girl tonight again?” He lied and Emily’s mouth drew a tight line, my face reddened at his words.

“Oh?” Leah tilted her head, “Good girl?” She snapped her neck to Emily who looked annoyed.

Denver just rolled his eyes with a confident smirk, “Did you expect anything less?”

Leah covered her eyes and shuddered, “Roman, please never talk to me like that.” She shook her head furiously in her hands.

“Prude.” Denver teased, “Emily, truth or dare?” He questioned while she burned holes through his eyes.

She sucked at her teeth through a closed mouth, “Truth.”

And he wickedly smirked, “Who’s the last person you slept with?” He folded his arms, leaning back in his chair feeling smug.

She dropped her eyelids, pursed her lips; “None of your fucking business.” She retorted.

“You picked the game, answer it.” He added, and for the first time in a while; I felt like I was in the middle of something between them– something I had no business being in the middle of.

Her eyes rolled, she let out a sigh; “Sam from work.” And the other three all gasped in unison. “What?” She defended herself, “He’s cute when he stocks my bar!” She shrugged in a high pitched tone.

Leah slapped her thigh, “I didn’t know that.” Her mouth was open and us three boys shared uneasy looks. “When did that happen?”

“I’ll tell you later.” Emily said, shooting daggers at Denver. “Denver, truth or dare?”

He threw his hands up, “Woah, isn’t that against the rules?”

“Shut up. Truth or dare?” She shot back at him, leaning forward while the rest of us fell silent. My eyes locked with Roman, we shared the same expression– scared.

Denver rolled his eyes, giving up; “Truth.” He shook his head and Emily’s smile widened.

“Who’s the last person you slept with?” She threw it back to him.

My eyes played volleyball across their living room, darting between the couch and Denver; Denver then the couch. Was he going to lie again? I thought he told me no more lies. But did that mean in this regard?

He stared daggers back at her, a silent blush running to his cheeks. “I don’t think you wanna know.” Is all he said, followed by her demanding that he answer; “Ask something different.” He pleaded, a tight line at his lips; tensing at the jaw.

My heart raced, my foot tapped furiously on the carpet as I watched him intently.

Denver looked right at me before returning his eyes to the couch; “You’re such a shit-starter.” He added her way– nothing but silence filling the room. He threw his hands, “I don’t wanna say it.”

“Not fair!” Emily stood, red in the face. Again– their own completely different game.

Roman chimed in, “It’s not that serious, Em.” My hands started sweating, my fingers twiddling together.

“Listen to him.” Denver motioned to Roman, leaning back in his chair as if she’d let it go. Listen– I love the girl, I do. But Emily wasn’t the type to stand down; we all accredited that to her red hair.

She scoffed, “Tell us.” She crossed her arms.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” He demanded.

She rolled her eyes, “What’s so scary about it? Afraid it’ll hurt my feelings?” She retorted.

Now he scoffed, “Sit down and ask something else.”

“No, answer it.” She demanded.

Leah grabbed her hand, “Maybe he’s embarrassed, just let it go.”

He scoffed again, “Oh, I’m not embarrassed.” And my heart silently fluttered.

“Then answer the fucking question.” Emily retorted.

His eyes rolled, anger clearly building within his reddening face; “Why are you obsessed with me?”

She cackled, “I am not obsessed with you.” They were full blown arguing. I felt small, inferior– all I wanted was to leave.

“Clearly.” He added.

A switch flipped inside her, “If it’s fucking Amanda just tell me.” Who's Amanda?

He chuckled, not a friendly one; “Never again.” He added.

“Then who?” She demanded, raising the anger out of him; his fists clenched together.

Roman tried to mediate, “Okay, new game!”

“No!” She put a hand out to dismiss him, “What are you so afraid of Denver?”

He shook his head, rage filling his eyes; “Shut the fuck up Emily.”

She scoffed, her own anger bursting through the surface; “Is it Gail?” She asked, “Sabrina? Margot? Haley?” Who were all these girls?

“No.” He seethed through clenched teeth.

She maniacally laughed, “Well you fucked every one of them while we dated and lied! Who says you aren’t lying now?” My stomach dropped, their intensity beginning to make sense.

“Sit the fuck down.” He was fuming– I was filled with anxiety.

She took a step forward, “Do you forget whose apartment you’re in?”

“Enough!” Roman yelled over them, but it didn’t stop a thing.

Denver stood too, “Do you forget that we aren’t a thing anymore?” And that hurt her, I could see it in her eyes. But it only fueled her, fueled her next words.

“Because you’re a cheating, lying piece of shit Denver.” She screamed with a pointed finger, “Who’s the lucky girl to deal with that now, hm?”

But that lucky girl– was me.

I didn’t know he was a cheater, that he ever cheated to begin with. There was clearly way more to their history that I never knew; and maybe didn’t need to hear.

He laughed now, “You want it to be you so fucking bad, don’t you?” They argued like no one else was here watching, “Poor fucking Emily can’t have what she wants.”

“Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Denver!” Raging tears were building in her eyes, burning at the brim of her red, freckled face; “Does the girl even know about your past? Maybe I should tell her.”

But I was here already– listening to every word.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice boomed, sent tingles down my spine. “You can’t stand to see me fucking happy, can you?”

She scoffed, “Happy? Oh, so it’s serious.” She rolled her eyes, “She must not know a thing.”

Know what?

Leah stood finally, grabbing her friend's arms; “Okay this is out of hand. We can’t afford another noise complaint.”

Emily didn’t stop though, “You’re a slew of fucking problems Denver. She should know.”

He snapped, “And what about yours, Em?” He seethed, “The constant clinginess, the daddy issues, the fucking drinking problem?”

They were both pulling cards, both being evil.

“You are such a gross, toxic fucking man-child!” She fumed, “Just answer the question Denver! Who is it? Who is it?” She wouldn’t let up.

Now he laughed maniacally, “Someone way better than you!”

“Ha! Like anyone wants to deal with you? You’re damaged fucking goods Denver, everyone fucking knows it.” It broke him, the last straw that unleashed a type of rage I’ve never seen in him.

“Oh, I’m damaged?” He pointed at himself, “I’m damaged?” His voice echoed through the apartment, “Because I got out? Because I left you?”

Tears fell from her face as Roman now stood, grabbing hold of Denver as I sat rigid– not knowing what to do at all.

Leah held her back as she screamed, “Have fucking fun! No one else will deal with your shit!”

“You’re just a pathetic little redhead that can’t fathom that I found someone else.” He tore into her, “You’ve been this way since the day we fucking met.”

“Go on, cheater! What else? What else?” She egged him on.

He raged over Roman’s shoulders who stood in front of him, “Fuck you, Em! You try to steal everything you fucking can from me! My friends.. My life.. Even fucking Max!”

And the apartment went silent, I think everyone registered what he said; really understood what he said.

“What?” She seethed, low and quiet; turning her eyes straight to me.

I felt under fire, my whole body burned.

He laughed, “Yeah, I’m fucking Max. Feel better now? Gonna try and steal him too? Oh wait, you already tried.”

Roman went wide-eyed at his friend, Leah fell silent as she stared at me; all eyes were on me– I was in the hot seat… literally.

“You?” She questioned, “Your– No. Denver you aren’t fucking gay.”

Leah put a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “Emily, stop.”

I stayed silent, my face burning.

“Happy now, Em?” Denver threw his hands in the air, “Feel fucking better?”

I clammed up in my seat, my eyes darting around the room.

Emily stared daggers at me, back to Denver then back to me again. “You lying, two-faced snake bitch!” She screamed at me, a pointed finger dangerously close to my face.

I was already shaking, tears already threatened my eyes.

What could I say? Was she wrong?

“What have I ever fucking done to you?” Nothing– nothing was the answer but I don’t think she wanted a real response. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

I shook my head, I wanted to explain.

“Go!” She demanded. “You too!” And whipped her eyes to Denver.

He grabbed my shoulder, stood me up as I stared into Emily’s eyes. “We’re gone.” And he walked me out of their apartment.

Did that really just fucking happen?

A/N - Sorry for the delay. Enjoy! Pls comment!