You have never been truly interested in anyone in particular, you were not someone really into commitment and relationships at all. But you’d be lying if you said that the neighbor next door did not catch your attention.

You couldn’t help but grow curious about him and learning some interesting facts about him. By his appearance you could deduce he was in his mid-forties—but damn him for having that well built physique, he was divorced, had two beautiful girls—seven and two, and worked from home.

You were completely aware of the age gap between you—but yet you still tried to get his attention in all the possible ways, but he seemed to lack interest in your advances. He was too stoic and quiet, which made it more difficult to form conversation with him.

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Another day arrived, another day to try and win over the hot dilf next door. And what better strategy than food? Everyone loves food, maybe your love language was food?

You braced yourself to face the man that had your heart doing little flips, your warm cookie tray clutched in your hands as you gently knocked on the door. As expected, the exhausted yet handsome face of your neighbor, Blade, appeared.

"Oh, it’s just you." Blade muttered while fixing his glasses, his eyes running over you with that critical stare that made a shiver run down your spine.