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Chapter 2

  • Jace
  • I wasn’t a stalker… Was I?
  • I was used to looking through my window or balcony when I was deep in thought, but that was when I used to live in my old house. I had gardens and one or two gardeners there, and here… a beautiful, sexy girl who was dancing half-naked in the middle of the night. When I moved in a few days ago, I saw that the adjacent house had become occupied, which was an unpleasant discovery, but one that I was forced to live with.
  • My life had turned into such an exhausting mess the last few months that I had to resort to desperate measures. Victor Williams, my father, died a sudden death and left me to take care of his problems.
  • A bump choked my throat, and I focused back on the beauty in front of me. I’d become so invested in the grace of her moves that I’d forgotten where I was and the situation that surrounded us. I was staring at a complete stranger as she danced half naked in her own home. Well, it wasn’t my fault my living room’s only view was her home and she hadn’t pulled the curtains… She must’ve seen the movers prepare my house for living.
  • This complex was a complete disaster, but I thought it would be of use to me when I needed to hide and think for a bit. It was the perfect place for the solitude I desired for the next few months. I’d genuinely believed that until I came and discovered this jewel out the window. I became the owner of this house two years ago, and the adjacent home hadn’t even been sold then. Why did I even hope it wouldn’t be? Nobody wanted to live here, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be enthusiasts.
  • I swallowed my nervousness and cocked a brow. I wasn’t doing anything illegal. I was standing in my own home, having a drink, and enjoying my free time. it wasn’t my fault we crossed paths like this.
  • The shock on the girl’s face was as clear as a bright day, and nervousness raked through my shoulders. What if she called the police? What if she screamed or announced I was a pervert or something stupid like that? I didn’t want to see my pictures in the newspaper again. It was the last thing I needed, especially now that I was dealing with lawyers and a bunch of documents. My clients weren’t going to like that, either.
  • Instead of doing what I expected her to do, she smirked, her blue cat-like eyes gleaming in the moonlight, and started dancing again. Her actions were even more powerful, and I could tell she was just enjoying her time and her own body. A green-faced emoji popped up over my head, and I pursed my lips. The neighbor’s dance was amusing me, but the relaxation in her expression and the satisfaction that joined in on her every move were what caused my guts to clench.
  • This seemed like my new entertainment. At least for tonight while we were both facing our own thoughts, and alcohol was our only friend.
  • Well then, hello, my interesting new neighbor.
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  • In the morning, I shot up from the sofa in the living room and grabbed my punching bag. My patience had run out like the antifreeze from a broken pipe. It’d been another sleepless night. Thoughts and concerns had filled my head long after the sexy brunette had hidden in her bedroom, probably seeing sheep jump over a fence. And how lnog had it taken her to fall asleep? Probably a minute or two. I’d seen her energy drain last night, and unlike me, she’d calmly headed to her bed.
  • I put on my training tank top, the boxing gloves, and slammed my fist into the punching bag. My body was a thrumming with the need to sleep, but the depravation of it had turned into poison that was sucking out my ability to sleep.
  • Training until I fainted was my last resort, but lately, last resorts were all I turned to. At least, this type of energy sucking came with the possibility to vent. The more I thought about dad’s death and the circumstances that led to it, the angrier I got and the sooner I was going into Dreamland.
  • I had business today. I had to talk to Max and the lawyer.
  • After another vicious hit, I grabbed my wide tank top and wiped the sweat off my face. My muscles were pumping with the exertion and strain, and I felt like passing out. This was exactly what I needed. I just hoped I would hear my alarm and not sleep through the whole day.
  • Taking a deep breath and relaxing my shoulders, I glanced at my window. The chick from yesterday was out there, staring at me with a grin on her face.
  • I froze and stared back at her, feeling my stomach fill with dread. Was she up to something? Did she even remember last night? She put up quite a show for me.
  • My lips parted, and I flinched as the girl lifted her hand and waved. She stuck her tongue out, and I wondered if my imagination was playing tricks on me. There was something shining on her tongue. She turned to leave her apartment, and her sexy ass swung in her skirt as she waltzed to the door.
  • After she left and her place was long empty, I still stood there and gaped at this weird girl’s window.
  • Driving in my car, I pushed a hand through my hair again and glanced at the clock on the dashboard as my tires slowed down to a stop at the red light.
  • The traffic jam was crazy. I was going to be late.
  • A yawn forced its way out of my mouth, and I roared like a lion until my phone rang and I jumped, startled. So much for the lion shit.
  • “Hello?” I said through the Bluetooth microphone.
  • “Jace, where are you? You’re late!” Maxim shouted through the speaker.
  • “I’m coming, man.” I chuckled and started driving again. Warmth filled my body at his energetic voice. Patience wasn’t one of his virtues. “I’m stuck in the traffic jam.”
  • “I told you not to go on the main street,” he growled. I imagined him rolling his eyes. Why did he even bother when he knew I never listened to him?
  • “Yeah, whatever. I’ll be there in ten.”
  • There was a beat of silence, and my brows creased for a moment. Was he getting distracted again?