THE BILLIONAIRE WHO LIVES NEXT DOOR

Emma

Getting ready for work had never been a hard task for me. I had a morning routine that made the morning tasks easy: I would write down the tasks I had for that day, have my bathroom routine, get dressed, and have a hot black coffee while reading an inspirational book. Then, at 8:30 a.m., I would be set to leave for work.

However, my night rest was disturbed. I could barely shut my eyes to sleep. It was weird and disturbing how a man I barely knew could affect me this much. His words in the car kept echoing in my mind, coupled with the thought that only a wall separated us. My heart raced as I questioned what that man truly wanted from me—and who he really was.

Sleep became an impossible mission regardless of how much I rolled across my bed, heated and drank a couple of bottles of milk, and listened to sleep-aiding sounds. I had to resign from trying and give in to laying down while watching the ceiling till morning came.

Forgetting about my morning routine, I rushed out for work after getting dressed, without breakfast, and without taking my daily notes. However, the minute I was out my door, the first person I saw just had to be him. The same man that kept me awake.

He stepped out of the elevator, gaze on mine, with a mischievous smirk that played on his lips. My heart skipped a beat as I contemplated walking past him like he didn't exist or running into my room and slamming my door closed. However, I stood and did none, coming to a decision when he looked like that was difficult.

I never expected to see someone so fierce looking like him to be on a tank top that left his sweaty, muscular arms exposed and loose track pants with a grey towel around his neck. He looked effortlessly gorgeous even with the sweat that trickled down his face and arms. I must have lost my mind, but I could see the reason his audacity was over the roof, he was the kind of man who would run past, busy with his exercise yet he would leave women staring and drooling. Even I found myself mesmerized by him—until he opened his mouth.

"You are heading to work?" His voice carried a mix of surprise and confusion while he scanned me with his eyes causing my heart to race faster as I became too conscious of myself.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and with the urgent need to get out of his sight, I tried to walk past him, but his fingers wrapped around my arm causing me to halt in my step. The skin-to-skin connection sent an electric sensation that rushed through me and almost made me shiver.

"It's just 7 am, work starts by 9 am, you literally have an hour and thirty minutes to enjoy your stay at home" He went on as if I didn't know that.

I didn't have a choice. With him around, I felt uneasy and I was trying to avoid bumping into him but here I am.

"I have a lot of work to do"

"Liar"

The word came and pierced my heart with accusation and defending myself was not on my list as I only tried to get my arm away from his hold. However, it only made his hold around my arm tight. Soft enough to not crush my bones yet, tight enough to keep me from moving away.

"Let me go" I muttered, trying to keep my tone from not wavering. But instead, he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his other arm around my waist while my clothed boobs hit his hard chest. I froze in place, eyes widened with my shoulders high and tensed as my breath hitched at his unexpected action.

I could feel him lean down to my neck, his warm breath hitting my neck side and sending shivers down my spine. My heart had decided to climb a mountain, and I could only pray silently that my heartbeat couldn't be heard or felt by him.

"You look cute when you are nervous. But you can't escape me" He whispered, so soft, I was too distracted to process his words until he parted from me and waved a key right in my face and it took me more seconds than I could ever imagine to recognize the key he was flaunting at my face was mine.

"What-"

Before I could complete my statement he had unlocked my room door and walked in as if he owned the place, ignoring my trial to stop him.

"You can't walk into someone's home like that, I could sue you for invasion of privacy" I yelled, forgetting about the thin walls and the neighbors who could definitely hear me.

"Go ahead, I took permission from the apartment office that I needed to use the bathroom, however, it's damaged. They suggested I take a bath in a friend's till it's fixed" He shrugged, busy using his eyes to scan my apartment while I stood staring at him with confusion.

I had never heard of such a situation since I moved in, and even if that was true, how are we friends?

"You cannot use-"

My words were left hanging as he walked straight into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. I could scream at the moment if I didn't have neighbors.

"If you want me to leave fast, get me the things placed out on my bed, my key is just under the flower pot" He yelled from inside. And for the second time, I was close to cursing. I had to clench and unclench my fingers while I took in a deep breath, giving in to what he asked me to do. Besides, arguing with him would only lengthen the time he spends in my room. A space I didn't want him in.

Just as he said his key was under the flower pot just beside his door. I unlocked his apartment door and walked into his space slowly. It was no different from mine, the size was the same but unlike mine, his space had only a few things. His kitchen from where I stood, looked almost empty but I tried my best to focus on the task and not get distracted by surveying his room with my eyes.

I unlocked his room door, and just on his bed laid his towel and his office clothes. Gently, I gathered them into my arms, taking care not to wrinkle his clothes while keeping the towel separate from them. Still focused on the task, I walked out of the room holding back the urge to take a look around his apartment. If I needed to be away from him, being curious about him should be the last thing on my mind.

After I was done laying down his clothing carefully on my sofa, I knocked on the bathroom door to hand over his towel to him. I do not know what I was expecting when I knocked on the door, however being pulled into the bathroom by a naked man was the last thing on my mind.

I screamed so loud as my back hit the wall, shutting my eyes instinctively to avoid seeing the parts I wasn't supposed to see.

"Why are you shocked? You've seen everything," He began and I gritted my teeth, blaming myself for not being able to pull my hands away from his hold and send a slap across his face.

"You've even seen me ride in and out of you" He whispered and heat rushed to my neck. I couldn't tell if it was due to embarrassment or if I was blushing from his words. But I surely wanted him to stop with this torture.

"Can't you be normal for once, why are you doing this to me?"

"Open your eyes," He said instead of answering my question, and this time I decided not to listen to him.

"Open your eyes," He said again with a firm tone but I refused, waiting to see how he would make me listen to him. If he thought he was the only one who could turn a deaf ear, I was ready to prove to him I could too.

However, the feeling of warm, and soft lips tracing the side of my neck caused my eyes to snap open.

"What are you doing?"

He raised my hands above my head, pinning them against the wall with one of his own while he continued to trace his lips across my neck. The feeling sent a tingling sensation around my spine and I couldn't help but groan.

"This isn't right Mr. Liam," I managed to mutter but he didn't stop, instead he went further by unbuckling my trousers and leisurely propelling his hands into my panties.

"Stop resisting" He whispered and I was so close to giving in, so close to shutting my eyes and arching my back, giving him permission to do what he wanted with me but in that moment a familiar voice echoed on the other side of the door.

"Emma? Emma, are you here?"

I froze, my heart almost losing its function at Charles's voice.

However, the male in front of me had his face darkened, glaring at the door as if he was ready to fire at the male on the other side.

Goodness gracious, what have I gotten myself into?