Page 80 of My Ruthless Neighbor

“I might consider it when you tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Why were you ignoring me this morning? And just now when you saw me inside the elevator.”

“I don’t know, man. Take a hint.”

“You are mad at me because you lost your job.”

She tilts her head and gives me a stiff smile. “If you already know it then why are you pestering me?”

“Because I am sorry.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “What?”

“I am sorry. I wanted to apologize since that night.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want your apology. I want you to leave me alone.”

“I can help you—”

“Hard pass. You helping me that night led to this in the first place.”

“Until you get a job, let me support you financially.”

Her features harden. “Don’t ever suggest something like that again. I am not a charity case for you tosupport. I said it the last time, and I’ll repeat it again. Stayawayfrom me.”

The argument was on the tip of my tongue but I swallow it down. She misunderstood my intent. I was trying to help.

She lost her job because of me. This was the least I could offer.

Why do we always end up fighting or arguing?

Maybe she is right. I should stay away from her.

There was no question about my desire for her now. It is also not wrong that I want to get her out of my mind.

Even her lies aren’t so off-putting for me to get over my fascination.

Clenching my jaw hard, I stomp down on the need to stop her.

Stopping her would lead me to touch her in some way. And I know one more touch will push me over the edge.

I don’t stop her when she turns and slams the button that starts the elevator again.

This is for the best. Is it not?

Chapter Seventeen

Today is one of those days when you don’t feel like getting out of bed.

I curse myself for getting up early. I robbed myself of peace.

When I am asleep, I don’t have to worry about anything. Because spending my time sleeping feels much better than existing in a state of hopeless despair.

A small whimper compels me to wipe my eyes and lift my head.

A tired smile lifts my lip. Reaching out, I caress Goldie’s head which is propped on a pillow beside mine. The sight melts my heart.

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