Behind Closed Doors with the Billionaire Next Door

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ainst my face as I get out of my

clean smell of water and white sand. San Juan is real

grin. "Come on, baby girl. Be good for me, okay?" I close the door

eaven." I look around, and truly this place looks beautiful. Why have I never thought of coming to this branch, even

daughter's cute voice. She is the major reason I'm here. Even though this place has drawn me in, my daughter is one of the big reasons I came here. After everything that happened while I

t she prefers to stay in New York, I will do everything in my power to make sure she f

nd you will come to visit me too, or I'll kidnap you here, and you won't be

chuckle at her reaction. I don't know when she became this big girl that she even kno

en he sees me on the phone but I nod to him to continue, "It seems we were given the wrong key for the

the agent but now we have been given the wrong keys? I sigh and turn back

g up the oboe and motion to Finch to lead the way. I try the k

I look around, and on this street, there is only one other house besides mine, and seeing

ly hindering the flow of things. I think of calling the real estate agent but as he told me, their

houlders on it might not make any impact. "I have one." someone answers from the background and hands me the hammer. As I raise th

hat? Is this person blind, or they can't see the hammer in my hand? But I'm

k around in anger. Her wavy ginger hair falls gracefully on her shoulders, her bea

e an angel and a devil at the same time? She stomps over to me, pulling her bag to the side, then she folds

own a door." I snap because I hate it when people don'

o grab down the door?!" I sigh, goodness, she has such

just be in other people's business?" I

r, I didn't know it would mean people literally pushing their noses into what does not concern them!

ing to keep standing there with an evil looking hammer and trying to break d

ve heard about you in the neighboring towns, breaking doors and stealing stuff, but don't think I am afraid of you, I'm going t

huge moving trucks that are parked outside. "Ever

s and she winces. I fold my arms across my chest and wait for her. "Fine, I g

to remember the picture I was shown when scouting for the house. She only raises an unimpressed brow as sh

beside her house, the house I had checked earlier, very identical to

one with a grudge against military men. "What are you trying to say?" I glare. "I just apologized, do you think it makes sense to still be like this?" She waves her hand dismissively. "Whatever, get off my porch please, I would like to enter my house now, thank you." Still dazed, I over her command and it's only when she unlocks her door, yanks it open and is about to enter that I find my voice again. I can't let this tiny looking woman talk to me like this and walk scot free. "Hey." She turns to me, waiting. "Well? Are you not going to apologize for calling me a thief?" I ask when she doesn't say a word. She only rolls her eyes. "Stay away from me, Mr neighbor." And then she slams the door behind her. I stand there for more than a minute, so shocked and out of it. I thought the people of this town are supposed to be friendly and sweet? Who the hell is this woman? Mr Fingh walks over to me again, wincing. "So sorry sir, I just realized one of my workers is color blind and he seemed to have made the mistake." He muttered remorsfully and I shake my head. "It's fine, let's just pack into the right house this time please." I mutte