Chapter 103 My New Milf Neighbor (1)

My living room was my sanctuary, all sleek lines and modern vibes—black leather couch, glass coffee table, neon lights casting a blue glow over the hardwood floor. I was in my zone, shirtless, my brown skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, my pink shorts riding low, showing off my muscular thighs as I vibed to my new single, Infinite Love. The beat was fire, all smooth R&B with a sexy edge, blasting through my boom box, shaking the walls of my chic apartment. I was singing at the top of my lungs, my voice raw and soulful, my dreads bouncing, my hands in the air, feeling every lyric. “Infinite love, baby, you’re my drug…” I belted, my abs flexing, my dick stirring in my shorts just from the high of the music. Being an upcoming artist was all hustle, but moments like this? Pure fucking magic. Then a sharp knock cut through the beat, loud and insistent, like someone meant business. I froze, mid-note, my heart skipping. “Shit,” I muttered, grabbing the remote to pause the music, the sudden silence deafening. I ran a hand over my dreads, wiping sweat from my brow, and padded to the door, my bare feet soft on the floor. My shorts were tight, hugging my thighs, my dick print obvious, but I wasn’t expecting company, so fuck it. I swung the door open, and—holy fucking hell—my jaw damn near hit the floor.