The Neighbor’s Secret and the HIV Trap

My Beautiful Neighbor’s Boyfriend Cheated on Her, So She Asked Me to Help Teach Him a Lesson. But afterward, her boyfriend found me and claimed she had a contagious disease. Then she sent me a medical report proving she was clean. So who was sick—and who was lying to me? My name is Jason Reed. I’m thirty years old, and I work as an ordinary appliance repairman, the kind who makes house calls. It’s exhausting work, but I don’t have a degree or any special skills, so I have no choice but to work as much as I can just to get by. I spent a thousand dollars renting a cheap apartment in the city. And let me tell you, it was definitely cheap. The walls didn’t block sound at all. I could hear everything happening next door. That night, I was lying awake again. Through the wall came the sounds of bodies colliding and a woman’s cries. The air was still hot and stuffy. The old fan beside my bed rattled as it blew, but instead of cooling me down, it only made the heat burning in my lower body worse. This was the fourth time that week. And they had only moved in seven days ago! The neighbors were a young couple. I’d seen them briefly on the day they moved in. The woman was Bella Hart, and the man was Evan Cole. They had just arrived in the city to make a living and didn’t have much money, so they rented the cheapest place they could find. I had to admit, Bella was gorgeous. She had big eyes, a delicate face, and a sexy, curvy figure that could make a man’s blood run hot after only a few glances. Evan, on the other hand, was average. He wasn’t short or overweight, just a little bulky. He was broke, too. I had no idea how a guy like him had managed to win over someone like Bella. As the noise next door grew louder, I finally opened my eyes and kicked my legs in frustration. Couldn’t they keep it down for two nights? Didn’t they have jobs? I had to get up early tomorrow! I cursed Evan in my head while straining my ears to listen. Damn, why did that woman sound so seductive? Could it really feel that good? After a while, the noise finally faded. I let out a long breath. Slowly, my body began to relax, and I prepared to fall asleep. But before I could even start dreaming, the noise began again. Bella’s moans echoed through the cheap apartment. I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw on some clothes and rushed to her door, ready to pound on it and tell them to shut up. But before my raised hand could touch the door, it began shaking violently. They were doing it against the door. My mind went blank. I stood there stiff as a board and listened for a long time. It was humiliating, standing there and eavesdropping. My face burned, and sweat covered my forehead. I could practically imagine what was happening on the other side. Finally, a long, trembling moan pierced through the door and shot straight into my ears. My fists tightened, then slowly loosened. I felt heat and dampness below my waist. A cold draft swept through the hallway, making me shiver. I suddenly snapped back to reality and looked around in panic. Fortunately, no one was there. Afraid someone would mistake me for a pervert, I hurried back to my apartment. The noise next door eventually stopped. I changed my underwear and tossed restlessly in bed for a long time before finally falling asleep. The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed with two dark circles under my eyes. I spent the entire day rushing from one repair job to another. By evening, I was exhausted, dizzy, and barely functioning. All I wanted was to go home, take a hot shower, and sleep. But when I stepped into the hallway, I saw a woman with wild hair crouching in front of my door. She was wearing white. I nearly jumped out of my skin and stumbled backward. The motion-activated light above us flickered on, and I finally got a good look at her. It was Bella.It was my beautiful neighbor, Bella Hart! I was surprised and couldn’t help looking at her a few more times—not because she was crouching in front of my apartment, but because of what she was wearing. It was late at night, yet she was dressed in a short white dress. The tight fabric showed off every curve of her body. She looked flustered, innocent, and incredibly sexy all at once. Maybe I had startled her, because she quickly stood and moved aside to let me pass. Her fingers twisted together nervously, and she looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how. I pretended not to notice. If Evan found out and got the wrong idea, a few punches from him would probably put me in the hospital. She stood behind me while I struggled with my key. Maybe I was nervous, because I couldn’t seem to get it into the lock. Suddenly, she grabbed the hem of my shirt. I froze and turned around. Her eyes were red, and she looked at me timidly. No man could handle that kind of expression without feeling something. “I accidentally locked myself out,” she said softly. “I don’t have my keys or my phone. Could I… could I stay at your place for a little while?” I didn’t really believe her excuse. Who went outside this late at night dressed like that without bringing a phone? “Where’s your boyfriend?” I asked. “Isn’t he home?” She shook her head. I sighed. “You can use my phone to call him. He can come back and bring you the key.” Her eyes immediately filled with tears. “He… he went out of town for work.” “Oh.” She had only just arrived in the city and probably didn’t know anyone. And it wasn’t like she could just go check into a hotel dressed that way. In the end, I softened and let her inside. Bella looked at me gratefully and kept telling me what a good person I was. I asked her to sit on the couch. My apartment was a mess, and I felt embarrassed. I had just put down my toolbox when I turned around and saw her holding a bundle of red fabric. What was that? My brain stopped working. It looked like the red underwear I had taken off the night before. Before I could think, my body moved on its own. I snatched the fabric from her hand and shoved it into the washing machine. I was thirty years old, but I was still a virgin. At most, I had held hands and kissed my ex-girlfriend. We had never slept together. After we broke up, I hadn’t been with another woman. The women I liked didn’t like me, and the women who liked me weren’t my type. Bella seemed to realize what she had been holding. Her face turned bright red, and she looked everywhere except at me. Our eyes met. We stared at each other in awkward silence. Suddenly, she said, “Jason, could I borrow your phone? I need to make a call.” I didn’t think anything of it and handed it over. The next second, a phone began ringing from the apartment next door. Bella froze. Her face turned scarlet, and she immediately hung up. What was that about? Why was she blushing so hard? I wondered. “Jason…” She lowered her eyes shyly. “Every night, when Evan and I… you can hear us, can’t you?” I stared at her blankly. So she only realized it now? The subject was too embarrassing to discuss. Remembering what I had done the night before, I nodded awkwardly. Bella became even more embarrassed. She apologized over and over, promising that she would keep the noise down in the future. Then she called Evan and explained the situation. “Why don’t you just stay at Jason’s tonight?” Evan said through the phone. “I wouldn’t feel safe leaving you outside.” “Jason, this is Evan. I’m sorry to trouble you. Please take care of Bella.” I listened to him and felt a little speechless. Apparently, my opinion didn’t matter. Seriously, what kind of man was this? He had such a beautiful girlfriend, yet he was perfectly comfortable leaving her in another man’s apartment. Still, given the circumstances, there didn’t seem to be another option. But…My apartment was a tiny one-bedroom with only one bed. I didn’t even own a couch. How were we supposed to sleep? Bella looked around the room and seemed to realize the problem, too. She spoke first. “Jason, I can sleep on the floor. I don’t want to inconvenience you.” “No way,” I said. “I’m not making a woman sleep on the floor. You take the bed. I’m a guy. I can handle it.” Seeing how firm I was, she reluctantly agreed. But when it was time to sleep, I tossed and turned. Why was the floor so hard? It felt like every bone in my body was being crushed. Maybe I was making too much noise, because Bella still hadn’t fallen asleep either. After a while, she spoke softly. “Jason… why don’t you sleep on the bed? It’s big enough for both of us.” “That won’t do,” I said firmly. “You have a boyfriend. We need to keep our distance.” I rejected her with complete righteousness. But after another hour of lying on the floor, I gave in. “Ahem… Bella,” I said awkwardly. “The bed really is pretty big. Do you think I could lie down too?” She didn’t answer. She simply moved farther toward the wall, leaving me a narrow space. I quickly grabbed my pillow and climbed into bed, pressing myself against the edge as far away from her as possible. What smelled so good? A faint fragrance drifted into my nose. I tilted my head, and my nose brushed against her hair. I took a deep breath. She smelled incredible. Honestly, who wouldn’t be tempted with a beautiful woman lying right beside them? Any man who could resist wasn’t a real man. If only she didn’t have a boyfriend, I thought as I slowly closed my eyes. Just before I fell asleep, I vaguely felt Bella moving closer to me. In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt unbearably hot. Something was pressing down on me. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a blurry figure straddling my body, rubbing against me. Her chest swayed wildly, almost spilling free. That woke me completely. I could see her clearly now. She wasn’t wearing anything. “Bella, what are you doing?” I swallowed hard. I wanted to push her away, but I was terrified of touching her skin in the wrong place. Every inch of her seemed dangerous. I rolled out from beneath her and quickly wrapped her in the blanket, pinning it around her so she couldn’t move. “Wake up. I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not Evan!” Bella panted and whimpered. When she realized she couldn’t reach me, tears began streaming down her face. The tears landed on my hand, hot against my skin. “Jason, please help me. I feel so awful. Please…” Something was seriously wrong. Her eyes were unfocused. Her voice came in broken fragments. Sweat covered her entire body, and her muscles even began to spasm. Was she sick? Had she developed a fever? I stared at her in disbelief, as if I were holding a burning piece of metal. While I was distracted, Bella freed one of her hands and wrapped it tightly around my arm. I was about to pull away, but her breathing slowly calmed. Her face was still pale, but her eyes had become clearer. After a long silence, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Are you sick?” She froze, then slowly shook her head. Her next words left me stunned. “No. I just… I just have an addiction.”