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Mate.
I close my eyes, trying to calm my emotions as I storm over to the car, irritation rising through me.
“Well, looks like he took a liking to you to bring your car back too. That punk doesn’t do that for just anyone!”
The same old man who had recommended hisgarage says.
“Oh, really?”
I cock a brow, wishing I never listened to him, to begin with!
“Aiy.”
Aiy my foot!
He scratches his beard wandering off and I resist growling in annoyance.
Where is the key?
I try the door but it’s locked and sighing I head inside, wondering if someone told him where I lived. I walk upstairs, but if I’m expecting the key outside the door, I’m sorely mistaken.
Is he going to just hold on to it? Well, maybe that means he doesn’t know what apartment I’m in… Although since he’s learned to talk now, he probably could have asked. Even if he doesn’t know… I bet he could easily break into all the apartments…
The whirlwind of thoughts comes to a stop when I unlock the door, step inside. and stare at the ground where the key is sitting on the floor.
He posted it.
Meaning he knows where I live.
My heart pounds as I glance around the apartment, knowing that he could get in if he wanted, just like Sebastian’s brother did once long ago when he tried to kill me. I shudder at the thought that my so- called mate was from the same team as him.
Locking the door, I go around looking in all the places a person could possibly hide and making sure there is no one here. Once I’m satisfied, I strip and head to shower, and that’s when I realise he hasn’t mentioned anything about how much I owe him and neither did I ask.
Great… do I go find him tomorrow?
Well, that is an issue for another day, because today I don’t want to think of him any longer!
Night has fallen and I’m feeling a lot more relaxed after some noodles and a movie. I’m out on the balcony with my mug of coffee in my oversized tee. It’s quite spacy out here and I think there’s enough space for a chair and some plants.
Hmm. Maybe I’ll go shopping for one tomorrow.
It’s peaceful out here…
I smile softly, watching the wind rustle in the trees when suddenly the adjoining apartment light switches on and I turn, unable to stop myself despite the fact I shouldn’t, and look through the glass window.
I freeze when I see the man step out of the steam that emits from the bathroom, in nothing but a towel that sits low on his hips, revealing a very defined adonis belt. He has a towel over his head as he rubs his hair. A body that is drop-dead perfect and one that I’ve seeing all too many times in the past.www
Zade.
I turn quickly, clamping my mouth shut and spilling coffee on my legs. I turse internally, biting back a yelp as I make to rush into my room. I barely have one foot across the threshold when the other door snaps open.
Sparks course through me as he grabs me by my wrist, spinning me around and my coffee cup goes flying onto the ground. It shatters and coffee splatters everywhere.
But he isn’t bothered by it at all as he slams me against the glass door to my bedroom. Pain flares through me as I find myself staring into his face.
“It’s rude to spy,”
he says huskily, his minty breath fanning my cheek.
My eyes widen as a jolt of pleasure courses through me.
What is wrong with me?
I bite my lips and his good eye flashes as his gaze dips to my t-shirt, which suddenly feels too thin and I’m sure he can see right through it and I’m not wearing a bra…
My cheeks burn and I don’t miss the look of pure illicit hunger in his eyes. My breath hitches under his burning gaze as he ignites something in my body. My heart races and it terrifies me how he’s having an effect on me.
“I wasn’t spying, I…”
My attempt to break this pull between us failing when his gaze snaps to mine.
He tilts his head as he reaches for my other wrist.
“Let go of me!”
I shout, struggling to free myself, but he simply yanks me close, turning my yell into a gasp as he twists my arms behind my back and holds them behind me with just one hand as he gazes down at me.
“You’re no match for me, little mate…”
I scoff. “Then you were ready to kill me right, when you told me to end it back. then?”
I whisper, my eyes flashing as I feel myself choke up.
My emotions confuse me, my body is betraying me, and my heart bleeds.
“Was I?”
he whispers, reaching up with his free hand and brushing my hair back, sending tingles through me where his callous fingertips brush my skin.
“Yes
“I swallow as I look up at him, he looks different with his wet hair that looks a lot darker flopping over his forehead.
“I see…
“What?”
He doesn’t respond, his gaze dipping to my lips. I look away, my breath shaky as
I struggle to free myself, but he simply presses me against his chest, my body moulding to his.
Goddess…
My core throbs and I shake my head vigorously.
“The Car!”
I shout, flinching at how aggressive I sound. “How much do I owe you?!”
“You’re too damn loud, shut up,”
he mutters, looking to the side almost as if not wanting anyone to see us.
“Excuse me? Did you just tell me to shut up?”
I stare at him, appalled.
“Are you deaf?”
My mouth drops open, but I purse my lips and shake my head. “Whatever. How much do I owe you for fixing my car?”
He glances towards my open door before his gaze once again dips to my lips.
“I don’t think you’re ready to pay yet.”
“I am, my purse is right in…”
he isn’t insinuating money… “Zade… unhand me,”
I whisper, my heart thumping at the way his gaze is fixed on my lips.
His dangerous gaze flicks to mine before he leans closer. I flinch, turning my head. My entire body is on edge, an odd rivet of excitement rushing through me, but my mind is panicking.
“Don’t test me,”
he whispers into my ear before he lets go of me.
I swallow hard as he walks back to his room and shuts the door. I let out a breath I didn’t even realise I was holding as I slump against the wall behind me.
My heart pounds against my ribcage. I place a hand on it, trying to calm myself as I clumsily reach for the door behind me for support. Finding the frame, I turn and carefully step over the broken coffee cup and close the door. I’ll clean it uptomorrow…
Zade’s my neighbour?
Could things get any worse?
Suddenly I hear a bang, something that sounds chillingly like a gunshot followed by everything being plunged into darkness.
Oh perfect, things actually can get worse.
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