Sleeping With My Married Ex

Chapter 1

Two thumps sound from the kitchen wall. Warren looks behind him. "New neighbors?" 

I nod. "Been here about a week now." 

"Greet them yet?" He asks as he bites into a piece of bacon. 

I can feel my eyebrows arching. "No. Why would I?" I'm not the social type. I don't go out a lot. I hate crowds and parties. I only speak when spoken to. Unless I'm with my best friends. Then I chatter a mile a minute. New neighbors aren't my best friends. Especially new neighbors who make things go bump in the night...and day. In the opinion of others, I'm rather rude and boring.  

"It's only polite." 

"Then do it for me." 

He smirks, realizing that there is nothing he can say that could make me seriously go knock on my stranger-neighbors door with a package of homemade cookies and greet, "Hello. Welcome to the community." I chuckle. 

Warren leaves shortly after breakfast. I wash the plates and collapse on my sofa, where I sleep until early afternoon.

The weather is warming up nicely, only a bit cold, a perfect day to do some shopping I really can't afford. That never stopped me before. I shower, dress, grab my purse and head out. There's a mall a few blocks down the street from me, so driving's not necessary.

I make a few stops while I was out. One stop at my friends job, another at Barnes and Nobles. I get my nails done, something I haven't done in ages. Afterwards, I hop on the bus and go to Canton, where my hair stylist works. She was free and had time to do a wash and trim. I wear my hair relaxed. Natural hair is nice. My friend April works it. I just can't. It's not for me. I look bad when I wear my hair natural and coiled and afro'ed out. Not, "you go girl" bad. That's April. I'm more of the, "you go fix that, girl."

It feels good to pamper myself once and a while, so I continue to treat myself and went out for a nice large lunch, dinner for everyone else.

I stumble back into my apartment building sometime after eight, my ipod blaring. I check the mail box, since I forgot to do so before I left. I have my bags on my arm, my mail box door open when two people come and stand beside me. They open the mailbox next to mine, nick-picking at each other. 'The new neighbors,' I think to myself and frown. Now I have to greet them, don't I?

I grab my mail and shut the box at the same time the woman beside me does. We look at each other. I force a smile. "Hi! I'm Shannon. I live next door to you."

The lady looks at me. She's around my age, I can tell by her eyes. Although, she appears much older, her face clad with make-up, her curly weave falling pass her shoulders. Most females looked older than they actually are in this city. I'm 23, but when I'm standing next to those high school kids, I look younger than they do.

"Hi," she responds. "I'm Tara and this is my husband," the word slips from her lips like a curse, "Donovan."

That's weird. No matter how angry I get, I would still introduce my boyfriend or husband with some hint of affection. But that's just me. I turn to greet the guy. It takes a second to recognize him, and that's when I thought it. 'You've got to be kidding me!'

There he stands, my childhood crush and not-really-sure-what-he-was-but-i'll-just-say-friend. The guy with the nasty attitude who I had to, on more than one occasion, bop over his head. He cut his hair off, so he looks different from when I last saw him, what was it?...six or seven years ago. 

He recognizes me as well. His lips twitch, but that mask of arrogance he must have perfected in his youth is in place. "Hi," he says monotonously.

I remember that tone as well. It's the way he speaks to people he cares little-to-nothing for. Never had he used it with me. But that was then. It doesn't bother me any now. I mentally shrug. "Well..." I say and before I turn around and walk away.

We ride the elevator up to the fifth floor together. I reach my door and put the key in, opening it. As I walk in, I take a look behind me. I always do that. I want to make sure no one was going to jump out of no where and run in behind me. Don't laugh. I had a neighbor who would do that to me when I was young. It was insanity.

There is no one behind me, as I already know. The only thing I see before I step completely into my apartment is Donovan, who is standing there in his doorway watching me. I shut the door on him, a sense of déjà vu creeping up my spine. "Hocus Pocus."

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