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She looked like she hadn’t slept, which she hadn’t, and cursed all the way into the living room. “Jesus, Jace, you couldn’t just stick to boring scandals?” Jace sat on the arm of his leather chair, sipping his untouched espresso. “I didn’t invite him in.” “You know what’s worse than a break-in at 4 a.m.? A viral video of your bodyguard tackling someone in your penthouse, and covering your body like he’s protecting his boyfriend.” Jace blinked. “What?” “Yeah. That neighbor from the building across yours? They filmed the whole thing. It’s everywhere. T*****r. TikTok. YouTube. People are shipping you two already.”

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t

That is when he noticed, she looks so bright like the sun he hates. In the morning, he kept thinking about his neighbor. He saw a great place earlier on his news feed. It says there is a firework display later at seven in the evening, he remembers it is the yearly festival of their town. He can invite her to the bay walk. The fireworks are really gorgeous in that view. "Mom, do you know anything about our neighbor? The one in the 45th?" "I heard they are orphans. I don't know much about them. Why?"

I am the only student in the entire nation to achieve a perfect score for my SATs this year. My high school has only just posted the list of top scorers on their notice board when the neighborhood's HOA group chat explodes in awe. "Did someone from our neighborhood just get full marks for the SATs? We're already a prestigious neighborhood close to the best high schools in town, and this news will only drive our property values up even more! We might even be able to rent for 1,500 dollars per square foot soon!" "I bet it must be one of those kids from the huge mansions. They've been attending the most elite boarding school since they were young." The HOA vice president, Karen Myers, then p

Norris could do better. Ok, Stop... Not my problem. “I heard that hot new transfer is your neighbor.” WHAT?? Has his house address leaked already? “New Transfer?” I am not gonna admit I know him. It will end up with the same signature question. Are you planning to fuck him, too? Not exact words, but something subtle. “Oh, come on! He lives somewhere near the lake. You live there too… Rich people!!” I roll my eyes. There must be hundreds of houses and not everyone there is well off.

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

"Thanks to my friend Moon, Mom found out. Moon told her just to get a free cake, and now Mom is furious with me. I had to escape, so I came back here." Nicole burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "You're hiding from Mom because of a fake boyfriend?" Ashley playfully rolled her eyes. "You find it funny, but Mom is going to kill me!" Just then, the sound of music drifted through the air, and Ashley's ears perked up. "Has someone new moved in next door?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Nicole grinned mischievously. "Actually, yes. A sexy, hot guy, very handsome."

She was about to speak when Cristine interrupted her thoughts. “How was Miss Sheila? It was strange that she allowed you to live alone.” Cristine asked while serving her tea. She sat on the single couch and thanked her. “Well, she’s fine with it, besides, she couldn’t say ‘no’ to her lovely daughter, aight?” Leila playfully said and winked at her. Cristine and Carina laughed hard at her mischievous remarks. “Anyway, I didn’t know that I already had a neighbor here. How long has it been there?” She curiously asked as her eyes moved to the glass window facing the huge mansion while sipping her tea.

"He'll pick you up on Friday. Try to stay out of trouble, okay?" I slipped into the passenger seat while Dad started the engine. Mom waved from the doorway as we pulled away. A few minutes into the drive, Dad cleared his throat. "Just a heads-up, pumpkin. The Walkers live in one of the most prestigious buildings in Manhattan. Lots of important people live there, so just… stay away from the neighbors, alright?" I frowned. "Important how?" "Rich. Very rich. And you know how those people are... I don't want you showing up in a few months dating some singer with a drug problem."

"Come to the club. Half the old crew's here. Figured you needed dragging out of whatever hole you've buried yourself in since you left Venice." Ordinarily, I would have declined. Ordinarily, staying in with my own thoughts held more appeal than an underground club full of noise and people I hadn't seen in years. But I was still half hard over a man who'd fled my kitchen, and something about the idea of drowning that particular problem in noise and distraction suddenly seemed like the better plan. "Send the address," I said. ———