since he moved in, all I could think about was him. nobody knows anything about him. when he moved in about two months ago, he didn't even take the time to introduce himself to his fellow neighbors. i often complained to my older sister, Daria, about this.
" isn't it odd that we never see him leave his house other then to go to work"
"Jada." she tells me uninterested. "why are you so worried about him? Let the man live in peace."
i roll my eyes and proceed to stare at the house. It's huge. A 3 story house with at least 4 bedrooms and 3 baths. Why does one man need that much space? I'm surprised given the fact he's absolutely gorgeous. From his dark brown orbs to his muscular physique, he is stunning. I've never seen a regular guy that looked like him. He's the type of guy you'd see in a sappy romance movie. He's the type of guy you'd see on the front cover of a magazine.
He isn't too old either. I wonder how he's affording a house like that when he looks 23,24 years old. Daria and I only live in a house like this is because of our parents. When are parents died 2 years ago, all their money was left to us. So what better way to spend it is a permanent living space. We both thought through the idea of buying a house, and considered this is what mom and dad would've wanted. They would've wanted us stable and together.
Since my parents died, I decided to skip out on college. I had no motivation whatsoever, and didn't know how I'd pay off student loans. I currently work a full time job as a barista at our local coffee spot.
I become bored with staring at his house, and take out my phone. I scroll through my twitter feed seeing nothing but stupid memes and people complaining. i continue scrolling through numerous apps on my phone until my eyes become heavy. i loosely let go of my phone, and fall asleep on my couch.
what the fuck. i wake up and it takes me a while to process where i am. i go to my kitchen and turn on the sink to fill my cup up with cool water. everytime i nap, i become extremely parched. and i don't know why.
i check the kitchen stove and see it's 12:28 a.m. i slept 6 hours and missed dinner and Daria didn't wake me up ? i see an empty chick fil a bag on the counter and instantly my stomach rumbles. im starving and yet again we have no food in the house.
i throw on a black sweatshirt to coincide with my black leggings and uggs. i grab Daria's keys and head out the front door, to the car, so I can drive to McDonald's and get something.
"Where are you going this late, kitten?" I stop dead in my tracks. I can't even look up. I know it's him. My mind suddenly goes blank.
"I- uh my name is um Jada." I stutter out still too nervous to look at him.
His brown eyes stare at me and put me in a trance. He's so hypnotizing. When he looks, at me I can't think straight. He's just so damn intimidating and mysterious.
"Okay Jada." He says this rolling his eyes. "Where are you going this late?"
" im going to get food because im hungry" I squeak out.
He nods and turns around to open his own door. I stare at him. Admiring how handsome he looks in his work attire. He looks very business chic, and it's hot on him. I shake my thoughts out of my head and redirect my eyes to my car. Just as I open my car door, he turns around.
"Princess, you really shouldn't stare. It's rude." He says with a smirk and closes his door behind him.
My face grows hot. Princess. He caught me staring. I blush like mad. I suck in a breath through my mouth to slow down my heartbeat. I shut my car door and walk back to my doorstep.
i'm suddenly not hungry anymore.
