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But I also know this is a cheap lock and that my pick kit upstairs will do the trick. I run up to grab it, suddenly more awake than I’ve ever been this early in the morning.

Then I proceed to quickly work on getting past the simple lock.

She needs to replace this door. It’s not safe, a door this easy to pick. But right now, as I feel the lock click and turn the handle pushing it into the room where she stands, I’m happy she hasn’t upgraded.

“What the fuck?” she shouts, turning to look at me.

She’s kind of cute. A look of outrage covers her face, wide green eyes looking at me. Her blonde hair with that hint of red is in those two braids, flour on her cheek, the mixer going.

Cute.

No, Ben. Not cute. Annoying as fuck.

My first plan of attack is the noise.

I move over to where her music is playing and slam the power button until quiet blankets the room.

“What are you doing?”

“You gotta fuckin’ keep it down.” My words are calm as I cross my arms on my chest and stare at her. There’s a cookie sheet lying on the ground and fuck. I wasn’t wrong. She definitely dropped it on purpose.

When her eyes drift to the sheet and meet mine, just a fraction of guilt there, I nearly smile at the confirmation.

Because she might be annoying, but it’s admirable the level of payback she’s gone to.

“Are you kidding me?” she asks.

“I can’t sleep.” Lola gives me a look that, even though I haven’t been in her presence that much or for that long, I know means something along the lines of “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, you fucking asshole.” Mostly because she gives it to me every time I’m in her presence.

That, too, makes me fight a smile.

Now her arms are crossing her chest, lifting her small tits so the tops show in the scoop of her tee.

“Oh, like you cared last night when I said the exact same thing?” She’s not wrong. I won’t admit it, though.

“It’s five on a Saturday morning. I didn’t go to sleep until after one.”

“Oh, trust me, I know. You kept me up too.”

“Aren’t you tired, then? Why aren’t you fucking asleep?”

“Because I have afucking business to run, Ben.”

“You’ve been quiet this week, in the mornings.”

“Because I wastrying to be fucking considerate!I felt bad, you being woken up that first time! I wanted to be a good fucking neighbor! But you still yelled at me. I’m sorry that my business is too loud for you. Really, I am. I’m sorry it doesn’t work with your stupid fucking sleep schedule. But that’s notmy fault. I’m just trying to run a fucking business and live my damn life just like you. It’s unfair that you expect me to cater to you because, what? You were here first? Fuck that. I pay for this location, same as you.” Her face is going red, and her chest is heaving with anger.

I wonder for a moment if she also looks like that in other situations.

My cock twitches, the traitorous bastard.

“I tried to be a good neighbor. I did, really. But it’s only been a week and you’ve spent every moment you can trying to make me hate being here. So fuck being a good neighbor. When I have the cash, I’ll buy a more soundproof door.” She pauses, looking at the pick in my hand. “And one with a fucking deadbolt, apparently.” I can’t fight the smile this time. “But believe it or not, I’m not made of money. I can’t just get a new door in a space I don’t own because my neighbor is a dick and a light sleeper. So fuck off, Ben. When you learn to respect others and treat them with kindness, you’ll start receiving it back.”

At that moment, it hits me.

I’m a dick.

I’m a huge fucking dick.

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