ILove To Hate You

The unexpected Neighbor

Chapter Two:

I turned around and leaned against the door for a second like I needed to reboot my brain. Did that really just happen? Was I just hit on by a tight-shirt-wearing cop at 7am in the morning?

This neighborhood was definitely weird already.

I walked back into the living room and plopped on the couch, letting out a groan. My head tilted back and I stared at the ceiling like it had answers. It didn’t. Useless ceiling.

My phone buzzed on the table. I lazily reached for it.

Naomi 💄

“You alive b***h?”

Of course. She always texted like I was five seconds from dying.

Me:

“Barely. Damon saved my freezing ass last night. And guess what? I’m moving in next to him 🙃”

I waited… three… two… one—

Naomi 💄

“YOU WHATTTTTT”

Naomi 💄

“You mean THE Damon? Tall, broody, hates everyone Damon???”

Me:

“Yeah that Damon. Kelvin basically forced it. Said it’s for my ‘safety’ 🙄”

Naomi 💄

“Girl you’re either gonna end up married or in jail for murder. There’s no in-between 💀”

I dropped the phone on my chest and sighed dramatically. She wasn’t wrong. The chances of me throwing something at Damon in the first week were pretty high.

Just as I was about to relax again, another knock came from the door.

Seriously?

If this was the beginning of some prank show, someone better be filming because I was seconds away from losing my mind.

I opened it without checking. Probably not smart, but I was tired and irritated.

And of course, standing right there like a goddamn model fresh off a runway was Damon. In a plain black t-shirt that still managed to look expensive and jeans that fit way too well.

“What now?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

He lifted a brown paper bag. “Groceries. Figured you were too lazy to get any.”

I blinked.

“You bought me groceries?”

“No, I bought groceries for my cat. Of course I bought them for you.”

I let out a slow breath and moved aside, letting him in. He walked in like he owned the place. Again. And started unpacking like this was his kitchen and not mine.

I stood there watching him pull out eggs, cereal wait. Was that my favorite cereal?

“You bought the one I like?” I asked, squinting.

He didn’t even look up. “You talk about it enough. Hard not to notice.”

Okay. That was... weirdly sweet. Gross.

I crossed my arms. “So what, now you're my personal grocery guy?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t push it, Beverly.”

Ugh. That name again.

I was about to respond when another buzz came from my phone

Naomi 💄

“TELL ME YOU DIDN’T JUST LET HIM IN. ALONE. WITH YOU. OMG.”

I sighed.

This was going to be a long week.