Sequel to Player Next Door. Millie Ripley is in too deep. Her relationship with the Dawson brothers is creating waves, a mystery blackmailer is out to ruin her life and... she's still trying to make it through high school. What happened to being...
I hid my yawn behind my open hand as I pushed open the car door. I was feeling so tired. We thanked the uber driver who muttered something about our dirty clothes, before driving away.
Luke saw how tired I looked and said encouragingly, "You're almost there."
He carried my bags and took me to my door first. I saw the garden gnome sitting outside the front door and gave it a little stroke. I missed gnomey.
"Keys?" Luke asked, before he said in realization, "I really hope that..."
He pushed the door and it swung open.
"OK," he said, "Still not locking the door."
I peered into my home, feeling a coldness from the lack of heating. All the lights were off, and it didn't look like anyone was home. It didn't look like anyone had been home for a few days.
"Are you sure you don't want to come to my place instead?" he offered.
"No, I'm fine here," I said, convincingly.
I hope it was convincing. Just in case, I forced a smile for good measure. That's got to be convincing, right?
"Whatever you want Minnie," he said, unconvinced, "I'll be across the street if you need me."
I watched him go, picking his bags and walking across the street. If I know my boyfriend, I know he's going straight to the shower.
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~9.05 PM~
I woke up, thinking it was the middle of the night. I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep.
I looked at the screen: 9.05 PM
That's going to mess up my sleep schedule.
I checked my phone and saw a missed call from Luke and a couple texts. I lay back in bed and lazily perused the messages:
Hey, I heard you're back. Free to meet up? – Jake
Have you eloped??? We need to debrief Dubai, Austin and Luke – Cearra
Surprisingly, I also saw Instagram notifications. I didn't expect that. I tapped the icon, saw that Oma had posted pictures of us and then noticed a friend request from...
"Bianca?!" I said out loud.
I heard a loud sound downstairs. My sister and mom weren't home so I wondered who that could be. A raccoon?
"Luke," I called out.
Luke was worried about me. I saw his expression when he left my house and I'd missed his call this afternoon. I called his number from my bed.
"Hey," he answered in his deep voice.
"I'm upstairs," I said, feeling nervous about my next words, "In bed."
It was an invitation. No one else was home tonight so we could spend the night together.
"Same," Luke answered, relaxed.
I froze.
A feeling of dread dropped into my stomach. I listened to the sounds downstairs. Dreaded and daunting. My heart thudded as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Slow and steady.
I sat upright..
"If you're in your bed," I whispered, staring at my closed bedroom door, "Then who's in my house?"
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