My Handsome Neighbor And I

Chapter 4

Vivian Melvin

I was so embarrassed with the way Becky was yelling at me, and Chris stood speechlessly and stared at me, as I had not only washed his pants and boxers, but I had also spread them on the rope.

I was scared to stare at Chris's face and to see his facial reaction, and so I said to them, "I am sorry. I never knew it was his boxers or pants. I only want to keep the house clean."

"Will you just shut up? Who asked you to speak, you shameless slut?" Becky cussed at me, and I was shocked at her statement, and so I bent to pick up my blue bucket and walk away, while Becky yelled at Chris.

"Ain't you not going to say anything, Chris? She fvcking washed your pants; how dare she do that? Or did you ask her to wash it for you?" Becky asked Chris, who was still silent and staring at me as I walked away, and Becky screamed out after me, "Come back here!! Who asked you to go??."

I stopped in my tracks and stared back at them, as I was a bit scared at the way Becky had yelled at me, but Chris immediately interfered, and he said, "Is Becky okay?"

"No! It's not okay. How would she wash your pants? It just feels to me like she touched your member by doing that, and that's disrespect." Becky was raging, and Chris touched his forehead, and he said, "It's okay. I guess she was only trying to help me out and didn't mean any harm." Chris said

"Didn't mean any harm? and she washed your shorts? Chris, you're so unbelievable! Don't tell me that you find nothing wrong with what she just did, except you want me to believe that you've grown a liking for her and you like her." Becky said as she was pointing at me, and I stood speechlessly staring at them.

"Just stop it already, Becky. Enough of the words. We just packed in here, and I didn't know her before, and I think she isn't reasoning about it the way you're thinking too far about it." Chris scolded Becky, and she shut up and calmed down by force, while Chris stared up to me, and he said, "And you. Don't you dare touch my things again. Is that understood?."

"Yes," I replied, as I immediately stared away from them, and I heard Chris say, "Good, you can leave."

I immediately ran away while holding my blue bucket and still feeling my heart pounding in my chest, and I heard Becky say, "How could she even wash your pants, Chris? I don't like this at all! And she dares to spread it out too."

I was on the stairs, and I could hear them, as Becky almost sounded heartbroken, like she would soon break into heavy sobbing.

"That's okay, Babe. I don't want to discuss this again; let's go inside. She's only a young girl," Chris said, and my eyes darkened at the passage where I stood as I heard him tell Becky that I was a young girl.

"A young girl? I don't believe that, Chris. That young lady isn't a girl, and I know she knows her target, but it won't be you," Becky said to Chris, and I heard Chris reply, "Stop thinking too far, Becky; come, let's go in."

I sighed and went back upstairs to our apartment, and I went to prepare my breakfast as my stomach grumbled out so loudly.

It wasn't intentional that I helped our handsome neighbor wash his underwear, as I never knew it was his underwear until I spread it on the rope.

I was still embarrassed, and I doubt I would be able to go downstairs to welcome Mom when she arrived in the evening.

I went to my kitchen and made quick tea for myself, as I was still feeling my face burning hot in embarrassment, and while I was through making my tea, I stepped out to the dining room to sit there and eat it slowly with a piece of bread kept on the dining table.

After I was through having my breakfast, I walked back to the kitchen feeling exhausted, and I managed to wash out my used teacup before I left the kitchen and went back to my room to sleep.

Mom arrived in the evening, and I had slept off for so long that I didn't even know when she arrived. As she stepped into my bedroom, she tapped me slowly on the shoulder.

"Vivian, wake up," Mom said, and I slowly sat up on my bed and peered at her.

"Mom.. When did you arrive? I had slept so long," I said, and mom smiled at me and replied, "You did. This is after 7 p.m.; since when have you been sleeping?."

"Wow, I don't know. I was through washing all the dirty clothes, and so I came back upstairs to eat my breakfast, and after that, I fell asleep," I said, as I skipped telling mom the part where I had helped our neighbor wash his shorts and underwear.

Mom would freak out and give them an immediate quit notice, and I didn't want that yet as I knew why our previous neighbors didn't last.

But I prayed for Becky not to inform my mom about it too.

"Okay, you tried, and I forgot to pack the clothes as I was coming upstairs. Just go down and get it quickly, while I go into the kitchen to prepare something nice for the two of us to eat." Mom sounded happy, and I stood up from the bed and replied to her, "Okay, mom."

I walked out of my room as I was still dressed in my yellow shabby gown, and I went downstairs to the frontage of our yard to go pack all the clothes that I had washed since morning.

I saw that our neighbor's generator was on, and that made me relieved, as I didn't see anyone outside.

I hurriedly loosened the peg off the clothes, and as I was about to remove the last clothes on the rope, I saw that my neighbor had packed his underwear that I helped him wash.

Just then, their front door pulled open, and he stepped out, looking breathtakingly handsome in his yellow top and blue shorts. He walked out to their iron railing and was staring at me as I removed the last cloth and turned to walk back towards our stairs.

"Vivian right.." He said my name, and I froze and stared sideways at him as he walked out from their veranda, and his blue eyes didn't shift away from my body or my brown eyes either.

"Good evening, sir." I immediately greeted him, as I wanted to disappear from his sight. And I was scared of my mom catching me discussing it with him again or his wife coming out to catch me standing with her husband.

"Sir," he said with a frown, while I stared downward, not knowing why he said sir, but his eyes were still glued to me.

"You can call me Chris. Anyway, thank you for helping me to wash my clothes earlier. But you shouldn't do that next time, and don't mind whatever my girlfriend said about it earlier too. I have already spoken to her," Chris said to me, and I gulped and stared up at his handsome yellow face as my lips parted shakily, and I asked him, "Your girlfriend? I thought my mom said she's your wife?."

"No. We are not yet married, but..." Chris smiled to me, and I felt my heart shudder and beat erratically in my chest when I met his blue eyes again, and he said, "I had to tell the house agent that we are married, as it's more difficult getting a house around here as a single guy. But it's fine; thank you for earlier."

"Okay," I replied, and I immediately walked away from him as I hurriedly ran to the stairs, and I didn't want my mom to catch me standing with him.

Mom would definitely misunderstand everything, as she was very protective of me.