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I took a cautious position, raising both hands and clenching their fists nervously. It's that scum…

Oh my God, have mercy on me; it is okay to meet anyone but this one especially.

He stared at me for a few seconds and then shouted in astonishment, "It's you!" Is it a coincidence, or are you following me? Or maybe it's fate!

I stood in front of him firmly and exhaled in annoyance: Listen, this one, you have already received from me something that no one would be satisfied with, unless you are dull and indifferent. Perhaps the question is directed to you. Are you following me or what? Are you watching my movements?! Are you stalkers and stalking me? Have you been appointed as a spy on me? What do you want from me, for God's sake!

He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at the place well and said, muttering faint words that I could not hear, then he looked back at me and said with a small bewildered smile, "Well, I found something that did not satisfy me, as you say, but it seems that you completely misunderstood!" I am not here to pursue you, but for another matter… He

added with some sarcasm: By the way… Perhaps, as I just mentioned, fate has decreed that we meet again. What do you think?!

My eyes widened as I stared at him in disgust, and she stammered in my face: It seems that you do not learn easily, not from the first time! You are the reason for my bad mood all week, and because of you, I suffer from bad nightmares! He tilted his head indifferently, provocatively, which annoyed me, and then moved forward a little while saying with a fidgety

disdain: "So be it… You're standing in my way. Now please go away."

Then I said impulsively, "I beg your pardon, but you are the one who hinders me." He

looked at me with a question: What exactly is holding you back?

I answered him while carrying the bag: About entering my apartment!

I put the key down, ignoring his presence, but he grabbed my arm and turned me towards him, looking at me with disapproval and incomprehension: "Hey you, it's my apartment!"

What is he saying now? I'm not free to bullshit at all!

I sighed impatiently as I pointed to the key and raised it in front of his face: This key is mine, and I received it today and took the address of the residence here. Then why do you want to appear in front of me now? What are you doing in this city anyway? Well, it's not like I'm asking you because I'm interested…don't answer my question; I don't want to hear your voice…

I almost went inside after I opened the door had it not been that he grabbed my arm again and said in a sarcastic tone of disapproval, "My dear, I agreed with the landlord that I would rent her; perhaps you are wrong in the address, although the key you have has..."

I interrupted him impatiently: Don't touch me like that again so I don't punch you, and if you don't believe me, here's the owner's phone, and now leave in peace before you expose yourself to legal accountability and problems. We are starting to draw attention around us!

He rudely snatched the phone from my hand and muttered in astonishment, "This number belongs to me, too." I met him, and he gave me this key and address. This apartment is mine, Miss. I may have taken a copy of it by accident. Come on, all you have to do is go to him and just explain it to him…

He said it simply as he pushed me from my shoulders and forced me to go down the stairs and headed towards the door to enter!! I quickly climbed up firmly and grabbed his arm tightly: Are you crazy?

He exhaled wearily, turning around half-heartedly: The madman is you! I paid him some time ago to live here, so go tell him what went wrong and make an understanding with him away from me!

I stared at him in astonishment and incomprehension. Is it possible that what he says is true? Why would the owner make such a mistake?

Let's say he made a mistake with the key.

What about the rental license then?!

I've already signed the lease!!

I pressed my lips nervously and anxiously. I'm afraid he might have made a mistake, and if he didn't intend me to be the tenant, this young man would definitely take it, and I wouldn't let him do that. I came before him! Then there are billions of people living on this huge planet, so why do I see him among everyone for the sake of heaven?

I said calmly, trying hard and hard to smile at him: "Yes..." Listen, let's talk inside, and we will call the owner to see what he has to say.

This is what happened. We entered the apartment, and I admired it. Its furniture is beautiful and wonderful, brown mixed with white! There were two rooms, and each had a private bathroom. The preparatory kitchen was modest and ok, and the balcony was spacious.

Not to mention the two balconies in those two rooms as well. I liked the apartment very much.

I am not ready to give it up to this young man. Never!

I sat on the sofa firmly, trying to call the number over and over, but he didn't answer his phone!

I tried again, and a lot… without stopping, and here he is staring at me with mocking and provocative looks: You see? He will not answer your call because he does not know you. I am sure that it is a misunderstanding and that you took the key by mistake.

.

Only now…

I was staring at his features carefully, and I just realized that she is very special!

What caught my eye the most was the color of his eyes, which looked like a white plate filled with pure honey on which the bright rays of the early morning sun were reflected! As for his hair, it was almost the color of his eyes, but there were a lot of blonde tufts in it, in addition to the roots of his hair being a bit dark! As if his hair merged all shades of yellow and brown! What made his hair and eyes stand out the most was his thick black coat and white cotton shirt.

Moment! Why does he exaggerate so much in his clothes? A scarf, a winter woolen hat, gloves that he just took off, a thick coat, and a T-shirt! Are we at one of the poles?!

He raised his busy left eyebrow while staring at his phone screen; someone like him does not deserve these features at all, no.

he hides behind his attractive features these rotten and hateful manners, I met him a week ago on my way home..

I had to change my course to a nearby nightclub because of my colleague's insistence on accompanying her, so I went under duress, and it was a very bad idea! This young man was present, dancing with a girl and messing with another and flirting with another, and in this case! When I felt pain in my head and a severe headache, I decided to go out and asked permission from my colleague and waited for a taxi.

I am not used to places full of noise and inconvenience and cannot stand it at all! What amazed me was that he followed me around to a corner in a dark and narrow alley after him, and then I couldn't even call for help because I hadn't figured it out yet, but the wrathful and disgusting thing was that he suddenly came down to me, and I didn't realize what happened until he walked away from me with a quiet smile to raise my trembling fingers towards me. My lips are in disbelief!! Simply kiss me!! He kissed me as if he was saying hello or doing a very normal daily thing!

He received a slap from me, and I threw a torrent of insults at him. I hit him with my bag and kicked his leg. What provoked me more was when he kept staring at me like he had done nothing! I did not suppress my anger and then found myself hitting him with my bag again on his head, and he simply fell unconscious due to his drunkenness!

So I left him cursing loudly with so much contempt and rage that I could not suppress it.

He pulled me out of my faint laughter as he said, "What are you staring at?"

I replied, pretending to be bored: Rest assured… I didn't know that I was staring at you!

He asked with a cheerful smile, "Oh!" And what was your mind wandering about, then?

I looked at him firmly and answered him with confidence, rolling my eyes indifferently: I remembered how happy I was until you showed up today, and I was completely upset. Did he answer?

He raised his eyebrows and said, "No!"

I let out a hum of frustration and astonishment, then whispered anxiously, "Is it possible that he took the money from both of us?"

He scattered his hair in thought: Why not?! There are a lot of scams recently, and we may be a victim of them. He

added in a disapproving tone, his eyes glimmering with a malicious glint: By the way…you haven't told me your name yet!

I looked at him firmly: You are an indifferent person; in such situations you care about these ridiculous things!

He raised his left eyebrow and muttered, "What if I wanted to call you?" I will need a name to call you without a doubt! And what if...

I interrupted him with boredom: Sorry, but I was born without a name, and I also don't want you to call me at all, because you won't be here long anyway!

He smiled gently as he relaxed his body on the sofa and then said in a restless tone, "I'm afraid to say that this talk is directed at you...!"

I stood and said impulsively, "I will not get out of here, so manage your affairs, this one, and be logical, because I will not be able to find a house with this as simply as you think!"

He stood facing me and muttered in astonishment, "Are you managing my affairs?" I am busy and will not find time to look for another home!

I scoffed very sarcastically and sat back with my legs crossed: "Yes, very busy." Who was in the club a few days ago? You are a liar and a provocateur! I bet you're so full of your time that you're bored of it!