3AM Betrayal With The Neighbor Novel – Chapter 3
My phone buzzed.
Maya.
“Claire, where are you?”
Her voice sounded tense.
“David just called me, asking if you were at my place.”
“I told him you were asleep. He didn’t ask to talk to you.”
Then she hesitated.
“Did you two… have a fight?”
“No.”
“That’s good…”
“He’s cheating on me.”
“…What???”
A long silence.
“Wait—WHAT?!”
“Claire, where are you right now?”
“I’m downstairs at my building.”
“Why aren’t you going home? Where’s David?”
I looked up at the windows—our apartment was lit up.
The one upstairs was dark.
I laughed bitterly.
“David brought her home.”
“Maya, I can’t go back in there.”
Maya panicked.
“Claire, don’t move, okay? I’m coming to get you.”
“Don’t do anything crazy.”
I checked the time:
“I need to go upstairs and return something first. I’ll be quick. Meet you at the building entrance.”
Maya’s voice pitched higher.
“Claire, don’t do anything stupid! I’m coming right now, wait for me—don’t go up there alone!”
Maya was worried I’d lose it seeing the mess inside.
But—I gripped the student ID in my hand. I’d found it on the car floor.
She’d left it on purpose.
She wanted me to find out.
So I’d play along.
I hung up.
Opened my phone camera.
—
I entered my home.
Clothes were scattered across the living room floor. They couldn’t wait.
Her voice drifted from the bathroom—sweet and teasing.
“David, can we go to your bed?”
Two silhouettes writhed behind the frosted glass door.
Her full breasts pressed against the surface.
David stood behind her, hands gripping her hips tight.
“No… the sheets would be messy. Next time, when she’s on a business trip.”
“Ugh! You always say no, but you say you like me…”
He silenced her with a kiss.
His fingers slipped inside her—
She gasped loudly.
Her thighs trembled, soaking wet.
Fluid ran down her legs.
“David…”
She moaned as David lifted her up.
Her legs wrapped around his waist.
He entered her.
She screamed as David gripped her ass, changing angles as he pounded.
Her body shook violently as she climaxed.
David held her waist tight, eyes closed, savoring how her walls clenched around him.
“Oh… David, so good…”
They weren’t coming out anytime soon.
I walked through my home with my phone raised.
The piano lid in the study was open, her bra hanging from it. The keys were wet.
The bedroom nightstand drawer was open, torn condom wrappers inside.
Nausea hit me.
I grabbed a sewing needle and—poked several holes in each unopened condom.
Since he loved taking risks, let him go all the way.
—
The bathroom door opened.
Steam poured out.
David carried her out—still not finished.
He saw me. Froze.
His cock was still buried deep inside her.
I looked down.
David came.
The girl gasped, her whole body convulsing from the hot rush of his cum.
“David, you came inside me! What if I get pregnant?!” She beat his chest—more playful than angry.
David didn’t answer.
Then she turned around—
And saw me.
She shrank into David’s arms, clenching her legs tighter.
David groaned.
Their mixed fluids dripped down David’s thigh onto the floor.
The room fell deathly silent.
I stopped recording.