THE GHOST OF ROOM 4B

“Ohh, Daddy, don't stop. Hmm, yeah. Stretch me well, I am your whore.” A voice moaned from the room above, followed by the creaking of a luxurious bed."Say that again," I said into the phone, pressing my palm flat against the ceiling, wishing I could physically hold it still. "Because I don't think I heard you over the sound of my upstairs neighbour losing his entire mind. That annoying jerk is at it again.""Ann, it's two in the morning," Jess mumbled. "Everyone's losing their mind at two in the morning. Some of us are just doing it horizontally.""This isn't cute. This is a structural issue." The headboard — it had to be a headboard — cracked against the floor above me in a rhythm that was somehow both relentless and smug. A woman's voice rose under it, breathless and theatrical. "I have a job interview in six hours. It is impossible to relax or even watch a movie.""You have a job interview you're not going to get.""Thank you, Jess, that's very supportive.""I'm being realistic s

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THE CONFRONTATION

She was already talking before the door finished opening, which told me everything I needed to know about the kind of night I was about to have."Do you have any concept?" she asked, "of walls? Of neighbors? Of the fact that some of us have to be functional human beings in the morning?"I leaned my shoulder into the frame and let her see exactly how unbothered I was, because unbothered was the entire performance now. Grey hoodie, bare feet, hair I hadn't touched in two days — the costume of a man with nothing better to do at two a.m. than whatever she thought I'd been doing."Can I help you," I said, not directly as a question. I don't ask questions I don't want answered."You can help me by not doing that. Whatever that was. At this volume. Nightly. I need some peace and quiet."Behind me, on the counter, three monitors glowed through a cracked door I'd shoved mostly shut before answering — waveforms, a signal I'd been isolating for four hours, the actual reason I hadn't slept since

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COMMITTING TO THE LIE

"You want me to do what?"Della said it flatly, sunglasses pushed up into hair that cost more than my rent, looking at me across the small café table like I'd asked her to rob a bank instead of sit on a couch."Sit in my apartment for two hours. Watch television. Say nothing. I'll work.""And the moaning?""Speaker by the vent. Runs on a loop. All you have to do is laugh on your way out. Convincingly.""You're paying me four thousand dollars to laugh in a hallway.""I'm paying you to be seen leaving. The laughing's a bonus."She studied me the way she studied everyone, like she was pricing my soul and finding it a little underweight. Della had been in exactly one real relationship in six years and ended it over a scheduling conflict. She didn't ask why men did the things they did. That was the entire reason I'd called her first. Hers was to act and get paid."This is about the woman downstairs.""This is about logistics. I do not give a damn about anyone else.""You've never once expl

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THE PARADE OF BEAUTY

Thump. Thump. Thump. I didn't even flinch anymore. Three days in a row, same time, same rhythm — his footsteps crossing the ceiling, a laugh that wasn't mine, the particular creak of his door opening for whoever was walking down my hallway tonight.I counted them from my kitchen window. A redhead in heels that could double as weapons. Twenty minutes later, someone in a fur-trimmed coat who looked like she'd stepped out of a perfume ad. I hadn't even finished my instant noodles before number three arrived — dark hair, sunglasses at nine p.m., because apparently that was a normal thing rich men's rotating girlfriends did now."You're keeping a list," Jess said through the phone, delighted in a way that made me want to throw my own phone into traffic."I'm keeping track. There's a difference.""There is not.""Three women, Jess. Three. In one night. He's not dating, he's running a shift schedule.""Maybe he's just — very popular.""He's a trust-fund idiot with a broken doorbell and a go

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THE PACKAGE HOSTAGE

Since Arthur moved into this building, I've been robbed of my peace and sleep. If it is not loud music threatening to jump out of the speakers, it will be ladies making unholy sounds during silent moments.It was practically impossible to think for five minutes without being interrupted by his girls. Complaining to the owner would be pointless and moving out was not an option because I do not have the necessary funds to rent an apartment."—and I am done pretending this is normal," I said, jabbing a finger at his chest before I could stop myself. "Four nights this week. Four. You realize actual humans need REM sleep to function?""You keep counting. I'm flattered." He leaned against his doorframe, arms crossed, infuriatingly unbothered by the fact that I'd cornered him in the hallway at eight in the morning, both of us still in yesterday's clothes for entirely different reasons. "Didn't peg you for a stalker.""I'm not a stalker, I'm a victim. There's a difference.""Victim of what, e

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All Chapters of MY RUDE NEIGHBOUR IS MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

THE GHOST OF ROOM 4B

THE CONFRONTATION

COMMITTING TO THE LIE

THE PARADE OF BEAUTY

THE PACKAGE HOSTAGE