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Then I watched in flabbergasted silence as the man walked over one apartment down from my own, walked down the pathway, and entered his ground floor apartment.
The apartment I hadn’t been aware he’d had.
The apartment that was supposed to be mine, but another person had stolen it out from under me.
That thievingbastard!
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KETTLE
Later that night
I watched as my new neighbor, the one I hadn’t seen in my two months of living at this place, stepped out of her car in her fuck me skirt and stupid little tennis shoes.
She was wearing long sleeves, too.
In the middle of October when it was ninety degrees out.
Although, whatever job she had probably didn’t like the fact that she had tattoos.
The tattoos I’d seen the night before, in all their glory.
Most jobs didn’t.
“Evening,” he called.
She stopped and turned, looking at me on my porch.
“What?” She snapped.
My brows rose at her tone, and I couldn’t stop myself from standing to my full height before walking down the walkway and across the sidewalk to her. “Did I do something to piss you off?” I asked curiously.
She was so hot and cold. Last night she was nice, maybe a tad flighty, but mostly nice.
Same with this morning.
Then this.
Her arms crossed, and her breasts pushed together, drawing my eyes to her impressive cleavage.
“Yes, as a matter of fact you did. You were the one who stole my apartment.” She said pointing to my apartment.
I leaned back on my heels and barely contained the need to smile.
“Uhh, I’m sorry?” I apologized. “I only called and asked for an apartment. When I got here, that’s the one they showed me.”
“It was mine. I’d even signed a lease for it. When I came to move in that day, the manager told me she’d double leased it out and offered me that one. Do you have any idea how hard it is to carry groceries up those freaking stairs?”
I didn’t really know what to say. I’d already apologized. What more could I do?
“If I’m home, all you’ve got to do is knock and I’ll carry them up for you.” I offered.
Her eyes narrowed, and then her shoulders seemed to slump. “I’m sorry. It’s just that my sister is disabled, and it scares me when she comes to visit. Which she does a lot.”
“It’s okay. You know where I’m at if you need me.” I said, before turning to go back to my own porch.
“Don’t you ever wear a shirt?” She asked my back.
