Behind Closed Doors with the Billionaire Next Door

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gs. If only I knew opening the boxes and getting stuff out would create an even bigger mess than before, I would have been content with my best boxes lying around. Because now I'm not done arranging my home and it looks a mess. And then after I got tired, I remember going out to the beach nearby and just walking aimlessly around for hours, something I don't think I've ever done in my life. I was always a serious school boy, soldier and then CEO. Walking aimlessly had never been on my to-do list. And it was on that walk I got a call from my agent, Harry, discussing the misfortunes of the day before. It was definitely a misfortune. Having to meet such a neighbor. "You told me the people are nice and accommodating." I said in an accusing voice and Harry had answered in a shocked voice. "Of course they are. All of them are nice people I promise." "Including my neighbor?" My proud, arrogant and sassy neighbor? "Who, Danika?" Danika... her name is Danika. I say the name over and over in my head for a while before I accept that the name fits her. Fierce and arrogant. Beautiful too. "Her name is Danika?" "Yes, she is one of the best people you will ever meet I promise." He says and I scoff. Uh-huh. Real estate agents lie a lot just to sell or seal a deal. That's what everyone told me. I just don't know why I believed him, I was going to get the apartment anyways, nice neighbor or no. And then thinking of neighbors, I remember seeing her scurry into her car this morning and drive off to work given her attire. And even though I think she is the most sassy and annoying woman on earth, I can't deny the fact that she looks so good it's almost easy to forget the wicked tongue she has on her. She is a beautiful woman and anyone with eyes can see it. I also remember when in the afternoon, after getting tired of walking around and deciding to go back home, I saw her getting down from her car. I also remember thinking of how angelic she looked as the afternoon sun shone on her face. And then she had seen me and the small smile on her lip vanished, eyes became cold and annoyed. I scoffed and glared right back at her, wondering how such a petit woman can manage to look down her nose at me even though I'm more than a head taller than her. The tension between us had been palpable, heated and simmering with a sort of feeling that even I can't place. We stared -glared- at each other for a while and then she huffed, waking in, I also rolled my eyes and walked into my house, slamming the door behind me as well. I have to avoid a spitfire woman like her at all costs. Anger and frustration ate at me till My friend called and we talked and now I sit here wondering what next to do with my life. I wonder what else a man is to do in a place like this and then get up to cook myself lunch, grateful for the pack of beer I bought on the way here. Not cold but beer anyways so I'll make do with it. I settle with my food when night finally covers the sky and start to eat, a book on how to overcome trauma and how to be the best version of yourself in my lap as I eat and take a swig of my beer. And then everything is fine, everything is quiet and peaceful and beautiful till it happens. I frown. Did I just hear someone shriek? I slowly walk to my so die just in case something crazy is happening and I have to jump out to fight and protect someone. That's not the case though, there's no right, no struggle. The exact opposite if you ask me. There are two ladies rushing to the front door of my neighbor and pulling her into hugs. They were the one shrieking from the car that zooms off probably to park a few feet away. For a few