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he asked, his voice full of concern. We spent the next few minutes talking about the lawsuit. I updated him on the latest developments, the stress I was under, and the kids' reaction to everything. He listened intently, offering words of comfort and support. We also chatted about his job and the exciting things happening at Paris Fashion Week. "I also wanted to tell you about the new neighbors," I said, stirring a pot on the stove. "The Morris family moved in next door. They seem nice, and they have kids around Zenith and Zendaya’s age."

That all we’d put together in just six months was about to come apart at the seams. Caelum got over it more quickly than I did. He seized her arm and hurried her inside, scanning the street with his head, to see if anyone had noticed. Our neighbors were nosy — the kind who peered out of windows at nothing and whispered over fences about the quiet couple who never went out. The last thing we wanted was for someone to remember a blonde woman coming to visit and then be able to identify her for the wrong people later. He shut and locked the door, rechecked the window one last time, then turned to Amaya.

Family trips, Holiday dinners , Calls every week. Then the Andersons moved in next door. A wealthy couple with a beautiful daughter who attended the same college as Jackson. Polite. Intelligent. From a good family. It was perfect. Everything they’d worked for suddenly felt complete. They had given their son the kind of life they never had, and they were proud of it. But what they weren't expecting was for Jackson to suddenly turn up one day and say he was gay, and not only that but he'd been seeing a guy right under their noses.

"No. We grew up together. We've long been family to each other. Alessia can be jealous all she wants, but she doesn't get to take it out on you. "She actually brought up divorce in front of everyone today. Who knows what she'll try next? Everything stays as planned. Let her sit with that and think about what she's done." He finished speaking and walked off toward the driveway without a glance back. I watched him go and let out a wry laugh. I wasn't jealous this time. That feeling belonged to people who were still in love, and I wasn't anymore. … That night, Luna was unusually well-behaved. She fell asleep on her own without me having to soothe her.

Only this was a small town and I didn't want Cynthia and I to be the neighbourhood gossip. Cynthia saw me to the door. “Hold,” I said and moved to the window close to the door. I peeped at the street through the slightly parted curtain and saw darkness was beginning to fade, but the streets remained deserted. I looked at the houses around and none of the windows were lit. I nodded. I moved to embrace the serene ember of Cynthia's body and I whispered, “Thank you.” She lightly caressed my back. “Thank you too.” I broke the hug and locked my gaze with her starlit gaze to see the look of longing in her eyes. They gleamed with a silent radiance that begged me to stay. But there were our neighbou

"Actually, Octavia, I live here as of today." I looked down at his hands just now, noticing the cardboard carton in his hands, and he simply flashed that signature grin of his. "You know, this is a pretty nice place," he said, gesturing around. "I think I’ll be quite comfortable here." My stomach dropped as the realization hit me: he was moving into the apartment right beside mine. "Wait, are you saying you’re moving in next door?" I asked, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. He nodded, clearly enjoying my flustered state. "Yep, right next to you. Looks like we’re neighbors now." I felt a rush of mixed emotions: excitement, anxiety, and a hint of dread. Living so close to him could either

“Please help me. He’ll kill me!” My feet move of their own volition, my fingers itching to catch her. Save her from him. But before I can make that mistake, he catches her around her waist, laughing and kissing her neck. His lips move as he whispers something to her that makes her go limp in his arms. He doesn’t even bother to try shielding her naked body from me as he says, “It’s a kink of hers.” His blue eyes drift to the fence. “You…you live next door?”

job. While I was amusing myself with this gimmick, the thunder and lightening crashed outside of my second floor room. But soon the weather blew out and there was a beautiful sunset and rainbow visible from the balcony walkway. I stepped out to enjoy the view. Next door a couple arrived and fumbled with their luggage and key to get the door open. I offered to help them, and assisted with a few bags. It was a young couple, in fact they appeared to be very young and wide-eyed innocents. They thanked me and disappeared into their room. I was still admiring the sunset when my neighbors reappeared and also noticed the view. As I soon found out, they were newlyweds, Shannon and Roger, and this wa

I say. "Ok then. I guess I'll be on my way then." She gives one last lingering stare at Brandon's door before walking away. I felt bad for the woman, she definitely set her eyes on the wrong man. This grumpy-ass neighbor of mine didn't seem like someone who would be interested in her advances. Poor Rita. *******

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