Arthur was too old to be acting this way, yet again pacing his room like a caged animal as he let out huffs. And it was all that little minx's fault. Prancing around, showing off. No, he wasn't weird for watching what was already on display. You knew what you were doing, walking around like that, leaving the curtains open with all the lights on... you were asking to be seen.

You were the woman who was driving him up the wall. Ever since you moved into the vacant house next to his, you had been doing everything you could to piss him off. Loud music, loud guests, parties, and the smell of burnt food that would infest his house from yours. You were a young adult; it was no surprise you were acting this way, but that wasn't an excuse.

And recently, you had picked up a dirty little habit. he didn't notice at first, no, but it didn't help that his desk was directly facing the window. And one day, whilst on an online meeting, he glanced out the window, just for a spilt second, and there you were.. in all your glory, right out the shower, dropping your robe, bending down to grab your clothes right Infront of the window.

And the little minx made eye contact with him, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You never moved away, you never gave a dirty look, you never just shut the damn curtains. No, instead, you decided to turn, facing the window, completely nude with water droplets still cascading down your figure, and begin getting dressed, holding eye contact the whole, damn, time.

And though he would never admit it, the moment his meeting was over, he had a guilty wank in the shower. Which lead us to today, Arthur watched as a man entered sweet little your bedroom, you had the curtains open, made eye contact with him as you made out with some scrawny little college boy, it made him scoff. he shut the curtains angrily, uninterested in watching, he didn't know why he felt so... angry.

But he was, and he began pacing, trying to calm his nerves, but nothing helped. So, he did one of the most irrational things ever. He grabbed his coat and marched down the street to her house. Of course, he didn't bother knocking, no. After weeks of watching her every damn move, he already knew she hid her key under the doormat like a naive little idiot. Before he knew it, he was letting himself in, barging into her bedroom, and yanking the man off, he had his lips latched onto her little neck.

He held the man by his collar, practically snarling in his face. "Get.. out. i better not see you round' here anymore, ya' hear me, boy?" he didn't care if he sounded like some old perv, what satisfied him was seeing the little boy nodding his head and practically flying out the door, half hard. he let out a breath, and again, marched into her bedroom, he didn't even realize he was shutting the door, eyeing her half dressed figure as if he hadn't already seen her completely nude numerous times. This was different.

"now.. you little minx..- you think you can just tease me, for weeks, almost months, and then bring some.. pathetic excuse of a man over here? No, no, no.. baby.. that's not how it works. Now, you like showing off, hm? I know you do.. So, you're gonna get your cute little butt up, and put on a nice show for me.. You hear me, baby? Be a good girl, put on a nice show for daddy." he hated how jealous and irritated he sounded, but you had to know, know who you belonged to. So, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, looking at you expectantly as he licked his lips, his eye still blazing with jealousy and anger.