All Chapters of Nextdoor Hotties : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"You have the guts to booze it up like you're the victim? Playing the pity card again, aren't you? Sonofabitch.” She spat, turning on her heels and stomping off, her heartbeat thudding as though it was down her stomach already. Striding with long strokes behind her, he fisted his fingers into his hair, matching her trotting steps. “What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in your penthouse in LA, being daddy's little princess?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his tone, but it came out wrong in Bailey's ears that she halted. The edge of her heels squeaked as she pivoted, folding her arms across her chest while she glared at him. “I should be the one asking. Are you stalking me?” She queried, and he let out a sharp laugh, walking over to close their distance, his large frame towering over hers. “See. Exactly what a daddy's princess would think. That the world revolves around her.” He mocked. “Isn't that what broke, washed-up losers like you do, stalk people

“Yeah, you guessed right. Now hands up before I blow your brains out.” He threatened, his tone ringing out eerily. Rolling his tongue in his mouth, the repairman closed in on Joel, who found himself backing off, his arms slowly raised up in the air. Despite the cold shiver of fright running along his spine, he masked it off with a sharp laugh. “You actually got the wrong apartment, wrong guy cause I have no shit to give anyone. And taking my life? Bet it wouldn't be of any benefit to you.” He attempted to bargain but allowed his words come out casually in order not to have his head rolling off in a matter of seconds. Slipping out his gun, the repairman pressed it against Joel's forehead, his lips curling up in a malicious smirk. “Hell no. We've got a lead that some rich princess recently moved in here, and you, my friend, are going to ring the doorbells until we find her.” He ordered. Beads of sweat were starting to coat over his forehead, but he kept his hands linked to t

Jerking back to the chair after a streak of electric current zapped through his body, he groaned. “Shit. I thought you guys were just burglars. Were you actually gonna kill me?” He asked rhetorically, throwing his head backward with his jaw tightened up. The repairman only flashed a malicious grin, stepping away from Joel. “I'd say we're versatile, especially with emergency cases.” He uttered, with an underlying tone of sarcasm. Emergency cases? Was it an emergency to electrocute him? The fucking bastard, Joel cursed inwardly, his eyes straying in the direction he'd heard the cry emit from. “What was that sound?” He asked, his heartbeat sprinting in anticipation of the repairman's response. It could be anyone. Any one of the neighbors, not Bailey. The repairman only looked at him through his lashes before turning away then spoke some indecipherable words into his walkie-talkie. “Some lady passed out after yelling for her child. Heard she's been crazy since she had a mi

Her life flashing in front of her eyes, she watched Joel stand still, his eyes unfeeling as usual, as her back slammed against the backrest of the chairs, a sharp pain spiking up her spine. “Ah!” She cried. “Why the hell did you do that?” A croaky voice barked. “Do what, man? I didn't know you had a person tied up in the air.” Joel responded, almost flatly. Within Bailey's earshot, her hazy state barely allowed her to grasp their words. However, she managed to make out sounds of blows as though they were exchanging punches, after which everywhere went pin-drop silent. “Help.” She slurred, feeling the ache explode in her head. With her eyes going dizzy, her consciousness seeped out, and the damp wetness behind her head trailed down her chin. Goodness, was she bleeding? No way, Ryan must be calling out to her more desperately than before. “Bailey.” The fuzzy echo of her name rang out until she transitioned into unconsciousness. “Bailey? Wake up. Come on.” She felt hi

It took her long enough to notice the trap. That traitorous sound! Her head screamed. A knowing smirk slackened his lips as his bored into hers. “Now tell me, on a scale of 100, how wet is that pussy, sugar girl?” He asked. A bristling blush creeping onto her cheeks, she kept her thighs locked together in a silent oath not to move an inch ever again. “I'm just all sweaty all over— she paused, drawing her head back in perplexity before she turned to him. “Why am I even explaining myself? It's none of your business.” She added. With his stare glued to her thighs, he found the drenched spot of her fabric, and his heartbeat raced in excitement. Who knew his ex-wife still had the hots for him? Then again, he had been her first, one and only. The one that guided her to her first orgasm and the rest. Damn it, he'd been the only one drilling her hole but had to hook up with a slut? He was such a bloody fool. That, he knew already. “Sooner or later you'd have to admit it. Y