Yzabelle:
Designer jeans and a sweatshirt are what he had last night, and he didn’t bring anything with him when he arrived.
And where the heck did he get those expensive outfits? I thought he said he didn’t have money?
“And it’s okay if you kicked me out of your house. The room you offered me wasn’t great anyway,” he beamed as he opened the door he was leaning in. And to my surprise, it really opened.
How did he do that?!
I mean there was someone who was using that unit. How the hell did he manage to open it?
And for the record, each of the apartment units here had the highest quality of security.
No one would be able to open it without consent, just as easily as he did.
Unless he had the remarkable ability of an intruder…
Or he might be…
“Hi, neighbor,” he grinned, as if to irr
