Page 3 of Unbreakable

Arizona

ThetriptoMemphis was long and exhausting. Five days total travel time, but not all of that was driving, I did make a few pit stops along the way. I couldn’t turn down a chance to visit Wilmington. It consisted of the beach and one amazing frat party. I’m still cleaning sand out of my coochie. Sex on the beach? Nope, never again for this chica, no sir, no way.

Driving into Memphis, I start scoping out possible work opportunities. I sent an email to the admissions office of the University of Memphis and was accepted and enrolled into three classes. It cleaned out my savings account to pay for them but it was fucking worth it.

I swore to myself I would achieve something I wanted in my year of freedom, and dammit I will.

I follow the directions the GPS gives me, pulling into the parking lot of the building that houses my new home. A wave of excitement runs through my body. This will be my first home my father had nothing to do with, it will be completely mine.

Pulling into the parking spot with my unit number, I put my car in park and turn off the engine. Deciding to get it out of the way and check in, I pick up my phone and call my father. I let out a sigh of relief when the voicemail picks up and I leave a brief message before hanging up. Taking a deep breath, I open the driver's door and slowly step out. I only brought my personal belongings from my dorm room, so I didn’t have a ton of stuff to move in, but it would take me more than one trip.

Thankfully the apartment was furnished, I cringed at the thought of having to sleep on a air mattress or the cold as fuck floor.

I had researched the area before leaving the dorms and knew there were no clubs like States here but there were strip clubs and I could make bank in one of those. I knew I would never make the money I needed to cover another semester at college and necessities of life as a waitress in a restaurant or as a sales clerk.

But that’s tomorrow’s problem, tonight I’m moving in and then taking a hot bath.

I place the apartment key onto my keychain for easy access and open up the trunk. I pull out my toiletry bag, place it over my shoulder and grab up two of the smaller boxes that I can hold in my arms and head up the stairs to my new home. Hopefully no one runs off with the rest of my shit.

I head to the stairwell and trudge up three flights of stairs to my third floor apartment. One good thing about it, I’m going to have a fucking ass of steel climbing these stairs everyday.

I prop the boxes up against the wall with the help of my hip and reach over to unlock the door. Regaining my hold on the boxes, I step inside before setting them down on the table that’s directly in front of me.

It’s a round, oak kitchen table with four chairs and the most vibrant green placemats on top of it.

The apartment has an open living and dining room floor plan, with a bar that separates the kitchen from the rest. Along the bar five stools have been placed, obviously allowing more area to sit when eating.

The living room has a large television mounted on the wall with a natural wood burning fireplace below it. A sectional couch takes up most of the space and along the wall is a bookcase filled with books. The balcony door has sheer curtains hanging on it.

I must have taken longer than I thought checking out my new home because when I step out the door the sun is gone and replaced with darkness. As I’m heading down the stairs, I hear a couple of guys joking and talking about how they hope the new neighbor is a fox and not married or have kids.

Deciding to fuck with them a little, I wait for them to move to the last flight where I’m happily waiting.

“No she isn’t married, nor did she pop out a mess of kids. She is, however, a fucking raging nympho so she will most likely keep you up all night with her sexual escapades. She tends to be very vocal during sex.” I say in my most sultry voice, stopping the two guys dead in their tracks.

“She would greatly appreciate it if the two very kind neighbors in front of her would help carry up all her belongings from her car. It was such a long trip and she is exhausted.” I finish, finally looking up at them. Damn, they are fine!!

“Fuck, you are one lucky bastard, Knox. She’s fucking hot as hell. I’ll bring up your bags, but what do I get baby?” the tall guy with the jet black hair and a pierced nose says, as his eyes travel down the length of my body, never once looking me directly in the eyes.

“You get the privilege to touch my belongings and stare at my magnificent ass when I walk up the steps in front of you.” I tell him, tossing a wink at the end.

“I want to apologize for my friend here. Christopher can be a little much at times. My name is Knox, I actually live in the apartment across the hall from you. If you can give us a minute to put our books down, we’ll be happy to help you…?” He looks at me quizzically for a moment, realization dawning on me that I never gave my name.

“No problem Knox, and it’s Arizona,” I say as I reach out to him, he sees my gesture and does the same, gripping my hand tightly as he shakes. I can’t help but notice how smooth his hand feels, not a single callous on it, letting me know he doesn’t have a menial labor job. “I’ll be downstairs.” I say as I release his hand and walk between them to head down the stairs. The inner vixen in me comes out and I drag my hand across Christopher’s chest as I go. I mean, he would serve a purpose. A second later my brain finally decides to take back control, reminding my horny pussy that we in no way want to get involved with a neighbor or their friends. We’re not looking for any type of attachment or drama, especially since we won’t be here long.

True to their word, no more than five minutes later the two guys come barreling down the stairwell, headed straight for me.

“So where did you come from, gorgeous? What brought you here?” Christopher asks in quick succession.

“New York and I will be here for a year before returning home. My friend's cousin needed someone to sublet and I volunteered. Beats paying dorm fees and having roommate drama.”

“Dana mentioned her cousin found someone to stay in her place. She made sure to tell us not to be horny bastards around you. Guess this one failed at that. Don’t worry, he only visits me, he doesn’t live here.” Knox says through laughter as he flicks his thumb in his friend's direction.

I begin pulling out boxes and loading up their waiting, chiseled arms. Down girl, down. YOU WILL NOT SLEEP WITH YOUR NEIGHBORS!! I repeat to myself over and over like a broken record. I really need to get laid soon or this mantra I’m repeating is going to be null and void. After loading them up, I grab my last two suitcases and a garment bag out of the back seat and follow them back up the stairs, finding it hard to move my gaze from Knox’s ass in the jeans he’s wearing.

Walking in behind them as they enter the apartment, I direct them to just place the boxes off to the side.

“Got anything else that needs to be carried up here, Arizona?” Knox asks sweetly. I can’t help but notice the way he averts his eyes when I look at him, which is odd since most guys stare at me with desire.

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