touched me. Don’t ever do that again,” she hisses at me, completely ignoring
my question. This woman is impossible.
“Woman, tell me your name. Now.” My voice is harsh, but I need to be able to call
her something.
“Sidney.” Her chin is quivering again, and I can’t help but lean forward. I want to
stop it, but as I get close to her with my thumb, she flips the fuck out. “GET AWAY
FROM ME!” she screeches as she rolls away from me on the bed. Her dress has ridden
up, so I get a glimpse of her bare ass before she leaps off the bed on the other side.
“Sidney, what the fuck is your problem?” I demand. I’ve got a lunatic for a neighbor.
“Where is he?” she screams, her voice shaking. Again, she is ignoring me, and it pisses
me off.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you insane?”
Her face falls and I instantly regret asking her that. Clearly she’s upset because
she is, in fact, insane—at least to a certain degree.
“He made me love him and then he left me last week. Why?” she asks, her bottom lip
trembling fiercely.
Her words light a fire inside me. Even though I can tell that she’s mentally unstable,
it pisses me off that she would even insinuate such an asinine remark.
“My brother is dead. Get the fuck out of my apartment.”
She lunges at me and begins punching my chest hard with her tiny fists. All rational
thoughts are gone as she unleashes her fury on me. And even though I’m pissed, I realize
that she’s hurting for my brother and I feel the need to comfort her.
“Sidney,” I whisper and pull her to me, trapping her in a tight embrace.
All fight leaves her body as she melts into me. But only for a moment. As if a switch
flips on, she pushes away from me and bolts out of my apartment, back to her own.
Moments later, I hear that annoying-ass shower running.
What just happened? Completely confused, I locate my duffle bag and pull out my sweats.
A run will help clear my head. But I discover I can’t clear one thing from my mind
no matter how hard I try. Sidney.
It’s nearly dark when I make it back from my run. I haven’t been able to push Sidney
from my mind. There is something wrong with that girl and I am going to figure out
what is going on with her.
I come out of the stairwell and my hackles rise when I see a man standing by Sidney’s
door. Something about his demeanor lets me know that he doesn’t belong anywhere near
her.
“Can I help you?” I growl at him.
He seems startled at first but turns and gives me a sick grin. “I believe you can
mind your own damn business,” he tells me angrily, baring his yellow teeth. He’s every
bit as tall as I am and has probably fifty pounds on me, but I’m solid muscle. If
need be, I’ll stomp his big ass into the ground.
“And I believe you can get the fuck off my floor before I call the police. What are
you doing by her door?” I demand, stepping close to him. The anger is building, and
I’m close to losing control with this idiot.
“She’s my girlfriend. I was about to go fuck her,” he spits out at me. His hand grasps
the knob, and my eyes widen when it easily opens. There is no way in hell that girl
would be with someone like him.
My protectiveness over someone I’ve only met once sweeps over me and I lose my shit.
One hand grabs his throat while the other wraps around his over the doorknob and pulls
it shut. I squeeze tight, cutting off his air. He seems surprised that I’ve put my
hands on him. Both of his burly hands are on my wrist, attempting to pull my hand
away. I just grip him even harder. He’s starting to black out, so I drag him to the
door to the stairwell. I wrangle the door open and push him inside.
“I don’t want to see your fucking face around here again or you will regret it. Do
you fucking understand me?” I bark at him. He’s rubbing his neck, but he nods as he
stomps up the stairs to the third floor.
my question. This woman is impossible.
“Woman, tell me your name. Now.” My voice is harsh, but I need to be able to call
her something.
“Sidney.” Her chin is quivering again, and I can’t help but lean forward. I want to
stop it, but as I get close to her with my thumb, she flips the fuck out. “GET AWAY
FROM ME!” she screeches as she rolls away from me on the bed. Her dress has ridden
up, so I get a glimpse of her bare ass before she leaps off the bed on the other side.
“Sidney, what the fuck is your problem?” I demand. I’ve got a lunatic for a neighbor.
“Where is he?” she screams, her voice shaking. Again, she is ignoring me, and it pisses
me off.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you insane?”
Her face falls and I instantly regret asking her that. Clearly she’s upset because
she is, in fact, insane—at least to a certain degree.
“He made me love him and then he left me last week. Why?” she asks, her bottom lip
trembling fiercely.
Her words light a fire inside me. Even though I can tell that she’s mentally unstable,
it pisses me off that she would even insinuate such an asinine remark.
“My brother is dead. Get the fuck out of my apartment.”
She lunges at me and begins punching my chest hard with her tiny fists. All rational
thoughts are gone as she unleashes her fury on me. And even though I’m pissed, I realize
that she’s hurting for my brother and I feel the need to comfort her.
“Sidney,” I whisper and pull her to me, trapping her in a tight embrace.
All fight leaves her body as she melts into me. But only for a moment. As if a switch
flips on, she pushes away from me and bolts out of my apartment, back to her own.
Moments later, I hear that annoying-ass shower running.
What just happened? Completely confused, I locate my duffle bag and pull out my sweats.
A run will help clear my head. But I discover I can’t clear one thing from my mind
no matter how hard I try. Sidney.
It’s nearly dark when I make it back from my run. I haven’t been able to push Sidney
from my mind. There is something wrong with that girl and I am going to figure out
what is going on with her.
I come out of the stairwell and my hackles rise when I see a man standing by Sidney’s
door. Something about his demeanor lets me know that he doesn’t belong anywhere near
her.
“Can I help you?” I growl at him.
He seems startled at first but turns and gives me a sick grin. “I believe you can
mind your own damn business,” he tells me angrily, baring his yellow teeth. He’s every
bit as tall as I am and has probably fifty pounds on me, but I’m solid muscle. If
need be, I’ll stomp his big ass into the ground.
“And I believe you can get the fuck off my floor before I call the police. What are
you doing by her door?” I demand, stepping close to him. The anger is building, and
I’m close to losing control with this idiot.
“She’s my girlfriend. I was about to go fuck her,” he spits out at me. His hand grasps
the knob, and my eyes widen when it easily opens. There is no way in hell that girl
would be with someone like him.
My protectiveness over someone I’ve only met once sweeps over me and I lose my shit.
One hand grabs his throat while the other wraps around his over the doorknob and pulls
it shut. I squeeze tight, cutting off his air. He seems surprised that I’ve put my
hands on him. Both of his burly hands are on my wrist, attempting to pull my hand
away. I just grip him even harder. He’s starting to black out, so I drag him to the
door to the stairwell. I wrangle the door open and push him inside.
“I don’t want to see your fucking face around here again or you will regret it. Do
you fucking understand me?” I bark at him. He’s rubbing his neck, but he nods as he
stomps up the stairs to the third floor.
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