Page 3 of Little Paper Games
I swirled the vibrator over my clit. Faster, faster. My orgasm was so close I could almost taste it. My legs tensed up; my toes pointed. I could feel the tingles start to crest over —
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hammering? Again?
Tossing the vibrator to the side with abject irritation at my failed orgasm attempt, I grabbed a hold of the thin pink robe that hung on the upper corner of my bedpost and swung it around me in a huff.
Stomping down the stairs, I thought of every damn word I wanted to say to one Jude Lincoln. Mainly about being courteous to fucking neighbors. It wasn’t that damn hard!
I made my way to the back of the kitchen where the connecting door, the one that had four deadbolts, a chain, and a regular lock on it, was situated. I quickly unlocked the locks from my side.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Jesus, fuck! What!?” Jude answered the door with a flourish. One very half naked and sweaty Jude Lincoln. I gulped. Just for a second, before the seething anger took over again.
“Could you please at least attempt to keep it down? It’s early. Please.” I tried my best to not just rant off at the man. I may loathe the man, but I could be courteous.
“What the hell are you talking about, Kenna?” The way he spat my name like a bad sip of wine just irked me more.
“I’m talking about hammering whatever the hell you’re hammering at 5:30 in the morning!” I started to spat right back. I took a deep breath and calmed myself once more.
“What’s wrong with hammering at 5:30 in the morning? Maybe you should just wake up earlier,” he tossed right back, an arrogant smirk set on his mouth.
“Because some of us actually sleep! Plus, it’s common courtesy to not cause that kind of raucous so early in the morning when you have neighbors! I know your mom taught you better than that!” I argued. I was feeling heated.
“I would have been quiet if I had known you were home, you lunatic!” he pressed back. His hands were fastened on the door frame, his presence taking up the space.
“What does that even mean? You know I live here!” I half laughed back. Jesus, he was infuriating.
“I didn’t know you were home, obviously!” he pushed back, pressing further into the doorway and almost into my home.
“Back up! I didn’t say you could come in here! How did you not know I was home?” I argued, pushing right back into his space. He smelled like expensive cologne and sweaty man. But sweaty man in the best way, not the ‘ew, go get a shower’ way.
“Because your car hasn’t been here all week!” he shouted back. Shit, he was right. I hadn’t ever gone back to move my car back into the driveway after he’d moved in.
“Oh.” I backed up, already feeling the tiny bit of heat in my face at my embarrassment.
“Oh, what, exactly?” he pressed, his voice no longer yelling.
“Oh, that’s because I parked down the street,” I admitted.
“Why?” he asked with a knowing smirk. God, could he not just… be like that? For once?
“That’s none of your concern!” I sassed back. His stupid smirks, acting like he knew everything. No, that wasn’t going to work.
“Kenna Clarke, were you hiding?” he teased, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
“Fuck you, Jude Lincoln. No, I just didn’t want to be bothered by you, for once in my damn life,” I shot back. God, he was infuriating. “Listen, keep the noise down before 9 a.m. You know, like a decent human being. I know how hard that is for you to try to do. It is for most idiots,” I shot back, turning, and slamming the door right in his smug, dumb ass, handsome face.
One week with him and I was already losing my damn mind.
JUDE
How could someone literally be such a shrew of a girl? Sure, I thought I heard her moving about next door a few times, but I’d chalked it up to me hearing things or just normal house sounds. How was I supposed to know that she’d parked her car down the street and not in her damn driveway? Who did that anyway?! A mentally unstable shrew, that’s who.
She was honestly, hands down, the most infuriating person I’d Ever come across. She obviously had parked her car down the street so she wouldn’t have to help me move in, not that I ever would have asked her. Not in a million years. I hired a company for that! I had money! Maybe not loads of it, but I could more than pay my bills and could have afforded rent for a much nicer place if I had wanted to. But Mom and Dad, and the Clarkes, had paid this place off already, so it just made sense to keep saving while I could. To set myself up even better for the future I wanted.
