His POV
The day started like any other boring, usual day. I woke up, worked out, made breakfast, and logged into work from home.
I stood on my balcony like I usually do, basking in the view. It's the one thing I truly enjoy about this place. It isn't as big or as nice as my main home, but the view makes up for it.
I looked down at the familiar sight of her heading to work. She wore her usual corporate outfit that hugged her perfectly, accentuating her well-defined curves. Her long, lush hair flowed down her back as she greeted the neighbors next door with her usual bright smile. A taxi was waiting for her. She got in and disappeared from my view.
Watching her leave each morning had become a habit, a quiet ritual. She never notices me watching. Never sees how I long for her from afar.
My gaze shifted to the calendar on my MacBook.
March 28.
The day she died.
The day my life lost color.
The day I stopped feeling.
The sound of my phone ringing pulled me back to reality. I glanced at the screen. it was Jasmine, my supposed date for tonight.
"Hey, good morning," I greeted.
"Good morning, handsome. Just wanted to say I'm really excited about our date tonight," Jasmine said sweetly.
"Yeah… about that. I'll have to cancel. I'm sorry, but I've got some work I need to handle. We can reschedule for another day. I'll still pay you what I promised for today."
"Okay, no problem," she replied with a hint of disappointment in her voice
I ended the call and turned my attention back to the business proposal I was working on. The day seemed to pass quicker than usual.
She's probably back from work by now, I thought to myself.
I wasn't in the mood for games today. All I felt was grief, grief for a loss I still hadn't recovered from. Ten years, and it still felt fresh.
I went to shower, turned on the heater, and let the water run. After a quick rinse, I stepped out…only to find her standing there, staring at me.
My eyes widened in shock. But she seemed more stunned than I was. Her gaze wasn't fixed on my face. No…it wandered lower.
Why is she here? What is she doing? I wondered.
The silence between us grew thick. She just stood there, frozen.
"Wow… it's huge," she blurted out, clearly not realizing what she'd just said. Her eyes widened in horror as she quickly slapped both hands over her mouth. Her cheeks flushed bright red. She looked adorable and I wasn't about to pass up a chance to tease her.
"Hello, beautiful," I smirked. "Care to join me?" I gestured toward the bathroom.
My teasing seemed to snap her out of her trance. She quickly turned around, avoiding eye contact.
"I…I'm sorry I didn't mean to…. I just….your were quiet and it was unlike you plus you didn't arrive at work today so I just came to check up on you," she stammered.
I chuckled. Her embarrassment was endearing. I didn't even care that she'd seen me naked.
I slowly walked up behind her. I took her hairs in my hands and gentle played with it. I placed my face very close to her neck trying to bask in her familiar vanilla scent
"That's really thoughtful of you. As you can see… I'm perfectly fine," I said, teasing her a little more still gently running my hands down her hair.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. She came to check on me. That had to mean something. Maybe she was starting to notice me after all.
But what did she mean by work?
I was about to ask when she cut me off.
"Okay, you're good. I'm good. Bye, neighbor!" she said quickly and dashed out of my apartment.
"Wait…" I started, but she was gone.
I dried off, slipped on a robe, and left my apartment, walking straight to hers. I wasn't even sure why I was standing outside her door.
I knocked on her door but got no replied
What am I doing? I murmured.
Just then, her door swung open.
There she was. Face flushed red.
"Hi," she said, a little too loudly.
"Hello, beautiful," I replied with a smile. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
Why the hell did I say that?
She's going to think I just want to get her into bed.
She froze, clearly caught off guard.
"It's just… a way to say thank you," I said quickly, trying to ease the tension. "You came to check on me. That was kind. This is just me saying thanks."
"For…?" she asked, raising a brow.
"Well, for caring. For being a good neighbor."
I wasn't even sure what I was doing anymore. My mouth had taken over.
"There's really no need. I should be the one apologizing for barging into your home and… well… walking in on you," she said, blushing.
"No, I insist," I said with a grin. "Besides, you're welcome in my apartment anytime, permission or not."
Why was I still talking?
"I'm sorry, but I have to refuse. I've got work to finish," she said, and before I could say another word, she shut the door in my face.
What was I expecting?
Of course she'd say no.
I returned to my apartment, disappointed. Sad.
I laid on my bed, hoping sleep would numb the ache.
********
A new day. Back to routine. Wake up. Work out. Eat. Watch her leave for work.
But today, watching her leave just reminded me of the truth. she'd never love me.
My phone rang again. Jasmine.
"I'm sorry, Jasmine. We'll have to reschedule again. I'll still pay you for today," I said flatly.
"Okay," she replied, and I ended the call.
I wasn't in the mood for games anymore. No matter what I did, she was never going to feel the same.
The day passed. I stayed out on the balcony, and that's when I saw her return from work. She headed into her apartment.
An hour later, she came back down. this time in a red dress. Her hair was in a messy bun, not its usual flow down her back. She walked up to a black car, and a man stepped out to open the door for her. It was too dark to see his face.
She was going on a date.
A storm of emotions swirled in me. I'd spent three months trying to get her attention. How foolish of me to assume she wasn't seeing anyone.
My chances? Zero.
There was no point in staying here.
I picked up my phone and called my butler.
"I'll be returning to the manor tonight. Have someone pack my things from this apartment tomorrow."
"Yes, Master Nathan," the butler replied, and I ended the call.
I couldn't focus anymore. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of alcohol, and drank. I didn't even realize I'd finished two whole bottles.
Grief drowned me. The woman I loved… was never mine to begin with.
I stumbled to my bed and collapsed.
Tomorrow, I'd leave and never look back.
******
I drifted off to sleep… until the sound of my door opening stirred me.
An intruder?
Too drunk to care. Let them take what they want. I'll replace it later
my bedroom door then swung open…and there she was.
I blinked.
Am I hallucinating?
She walked in, untied her hair, took off her dress… and crawled into my bed.
I reached out, touched her face. She felt real.
My mind had to be playing tricks on me. But if this was a dream… I didn't want to wake up.
I came closer to her and I pressed my lips on her. Her lips felt so soft exactly how I had imagine it would be. Her hands cupped my face and she kissed me back. I ran my hands down her waist. And we kissed passionately. I laid on top of her as she warped her hands around my neck and ran her hands down my back.
Her touch felt so nice. I kissed her neck. Her sweet scent of vanilla enveloped me. I kissed her more passionately and before I knew it, I took off her bra. I ran my hands on her boobs. It felt so soft. I kissed it passionately. She let out a little moan. It drove me crazy. I kissed and sucked her passionately. She took off her panties and drew me closer. She held my dick in her hands and drew me even closer.
I inserted it in her and she let out a louder moan. We had passionate slow sex. It felt like the best I ever had. This might just be a dream but I never want to wake up. I want to remain in this dream with her.
Dream or not but for now this was enough