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Intro…
Hi! My name is Avery Witson, people my say I'm the girl next door and well I am. I moved here in Miami, Florida two years again and I love it! The people around here are so nice, no distribution or nothing. Well expect this one neighborhood. I think his name is Dean Ambrose if I recall right. He just moved here two months ago and throws these crazy parties until morning! I'm shocked that nobody here had called the cops yet. He lives right next to me and I can't stand him. He such an ignorant bastard! Forgive me for my language. But he really to go…
Chapter 1
8:30 a.m.
I woke up with freshness in my eyes. I was so happy that Dean didn't had a party last night or I would have been extremely tired from work. I got out of bed and headed to the restroom so I could freshen up. I was wearing my pencil black shirt with my yellow blouse that I had to show off my two treasures on my chest. I put my brown hair up in a bun and put my glasses on with my black heels. I looked in the mirror and looked good. I was ready to go. I grab my jacket and briefcase and was out the door. I was headed to my Mercedes Benz until a certain individual stop me.
"Good morning Toots." I turned around and saw my next door neighbor in a chair with his glasses on. Dean Ambrose.
"How many times I have to tell you, it's Avery to you." I said to him
"Yeah, I know."
"Then why do you keep calling me that!." I said with a little annoyance to my voice.
"Because I can."
"Bastard.." I said underneath my breath and walking back to my car.
"I heard that!" he yelled out to me
"Glad you did!" I replied back.
6:30 p.m.
Today was so tiring from work that I couldn't wait I gotten home. I pull up my drive way and I see a lot of people outside and inside Dean's house. "What the hell?" I said to myself. I shook my head and said to myself "This party better not disturb my sleep!" I walked out the car and I saw Dean with two blondes
"Hey! How was work baby doll?" He stopped me when I was walking to my door.
"I told you the name is not that!"
"Whoa! Come one sweet face, loosen up." He said putting his hand up in defense.
"Baby we be inside waiting for you." One of the blondes that was on his arms and they went inside. He watch them and had this smug look on his face. I didn't have time for this so I walked away
"Wait, hold on" Dean called me out, I hesitantly stopped and turned back around.
"What do you want now, Dean?"
"Why don't you stop by later and come check out the party."
"Are you serious?" was he really inviting me to his party?
"Uhh, yeah" he looked confuse for a moment
"I don't think so, you see unlike you people have to sleep and go to work in the morning."
"At least, I'm not boring ok. I've seen you walk in and out of this house going to work. I mean jeez women do you even have a life? Not let me change that questions do you even have friends? I bet you even haven't had sex in wait? A year or so. I even bet you're boring in bed! You couldn't get be hard even if you tried too because you know why you're not sensual or sexual of that matter." I was silent when he said that.
"Bastard" was all I could say I turned around and walked unlocked the door to my house. I slammed the door as hard I can.
"I'm not sensual? Or sexual?" I said talking to myself.
"I'm not sexy enough?" I think I was completely about to lose it. I hated it when someone talked to me like that like they know me. "You think I can't get you hard!?" I said walking up to my room digging deep in my closet. I pulled out my 'naughty clothing' I haven't worn in a while. "I show you bastard." Then my evil idea's started to flow. "Let see if you can handle yourself Mrs. Ambrose."