All Chapters of A Night With The Guy Next Door: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Every muscle in my body tensed as I stared over at him. I didn't expect to see him so soon and I literally had no time to get my head on straight. Then I wondered if he really had this class or he were just following me. But, I would be crazy to think that. He probably does have this class. But why is he here?! He was sitting far too close to me. I could smell his manly scent and I couldn't help but notice it was mixed with me. Well, my perfume, not actually me. The professor began to speak, quieting the entire class and even though I could see his mouth moving, l couldn't understand a thing. John's presence was overwhelming me and memories of last night trickled into my thoughts. Damn it! I guess I will need to always to be on my A -game because it is clear that I will never know when he will randomly show up. I felt a warm hand slide beneath the small wooden desk above my lap right before he grabbed my thigh. A small whimper filled my throat but kept it in, not wanting him to know

Hovering over me, our lips continued to taste and explore while our roaming hands tore at our clothing. I allowed myself to melt against him as my hands quickly moved to his pants."Fuck!", The moment l gripped his hard throbbing cock, he cursed. "Goddamn, you going to be the death of me", He huskily said in a low voice as he ran his hands over my thighs. A shiver immediately spread like electricity across my skin when he spread my legs open. "Every single inch of you is fucking hot", His darkened eyes analyzed and absorbed every part of me, wandering from my wide spread legs to my stomach and up to my breasts. Where his eyes went ,his hands followed. Touching me, caressing me so tenderly, the coiling in my belly only grew tighter.My nipples hardened under his fingers, rolling and softly twisted them. Until his face bent down to taste my skin. Kissing between my breasts at first and then trailing his mouth onto a tight nipple. I gasped as fire spread from his mouth on my breasts, d

"Oh, really", He laughed, griping my sides before he began to tickle me. "John please stop", I screamed out and tried to get away from him but he held me down. I was serious before about knowing his past but here he was turning it into a play - which l had to be fine with."Oh! John please", I screamed out through my bursts of laughter. His tickling fingers were relentless and I was about to blow a gasket. "Stop!! Please", After a couple of minutes, he finally stopped but before I could get my air, he Iowered his lips to mine and kissed me so passionately that I ended up melting in his arms. He could kiss me like this anytime he wanted. He leaned back then and stared down at me."What are you doing for the rest of the day?", He asked."Nothing", l shrugged my shoulders."Good", He kissed my lips lightly before he moved from me and laid on his back once more on the bed. "Because this is nice", He went on.Grinning, I moved back to our original position and rested my head on his chest.

No, there was a ton of legal type documents and a red passport. Grabbing that first, I opened it to find John's photo inside but the information was all wrong.According to this, his name was Vladimir Ivanov and although I couldn't read most of it, I gathered when he was born and where he was born: Moscow. My mind was going a million miles per second as I tried to figure out what I was looking at. It made sense, though, becausethere was no way in hell his name was John Spencer and his Russian accent? It was all finally coming together, but what is he trying to hide? What is the purpose of this? I sifted through the other papers in the box, finding loads of legal documents with a new picture and a new name:. John Timothy Spencer. Born in New York City on date that was just a few off from the one in his passport. It was clear that were all fake now, but why?"What the fuck are you doing?!"I jumped, turning to find John - or Vladimir - standing in the doorway to the closet, staring dow

"Rianna, you need to go to the cops with this!"Evie demanded, looking between me and Alecia.Sighing, I shook my head."The last time I did that, it ended terribly for me", I had just told them everything that had happened in Arizona; how I had gotten in relationship with Professor Michael to my grades up - I had fallen for the bastard all while he physically and mentally abused and used me - and how he taped me and him having sex for the last time and was currently blackmailing me with it. That was the whole reason I fell off the deep end on his ass. I demanded that he give me a tape or I'd burn his house to the ground.When that didn't work, I took a baseball bat to his car and then his body. And that still didn't work because he turned the tables on me."He can't get away with this , Rianna! The guy is sick!""How did the police in Arizona even believe this physco over your story?"Staring down at the table, I remembered how it all went down. He's smart - I'll give him that - and