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June 4th, 2023

10 AM

JK watched silently as I packed my clothing and other items I would need during my stay at his house. He reclined back against my bed, combat boots thumping as the ground as he waited.

"You can leave, you know." I huffed silently, feeling myself flush when the time to pack my bras and underwear. I didn't want him to see the granny panties I reserve for my periods (I would more than likely die from shame).

JK pressed his tongue against his cheek in annoyance, eyes flashing.

"I'm good." He smirked slyly, "Who else is going to help you pick out those pretty little panties you wear?"

Huh? I beg your fuckin' pardon???

Stupid creamed faced loon.

"What? How do you know what my underwear looks like?" I demanded, tiny hands falling to my hips as I glared heatedly at him.

His smirk widened once his eyes caught onto the redness in my cheeks.

"Your cute little shorts were riding up in your sleep." He shrugged, biting down on those fuckin' lip piercings when his eyes fell to my shorts. "You're lucky it was me who came to wake you up. Any other hot-blooded fucker out there would have violated you."

"Shut up," I mumbled, eyes falling onto the floor, hating that he was correct. I straightened my shoulders and jerked open my undergarment drawer.

I grabbed handfuls of bright lacy panties and stuffed them in my duffle quickly. And then did the same with my bras. I didn't give a fuck if I packed matching pairs or not; I just had to get those fuckers in the bag.

Ughhh, why couldn't Sawyer come home already and save my pathetic ass? That twerp was already giving me hell about having to live with my neighbor.

Speaking of Sawyer, my phone had the audacity to start buzzing with an uncoming call from that little shit.

JK furrowed his brows and quite rudely picked up phone up. "Who's this?" He asked, a low growl in his tone as he turned my phone towards me; displaying the name 'my love' with a red heart beside it (courtesy of Sawyer, who took my phone before he left and changed his contact's name).

Fuck, I'd been meaning to change that.

"No one." I replied, hiding a wince and mentally apologizing to my best friend.

Sorry, brother.

"It's just Sawyer." I shrugged, reeling back from the glare on JK's face.

Geez, what was up with him?

"Doesn't seem like it's nobody." JK scoffed, declining the call in a heartbeat. "Who's Sawyer?" He jerked his chin to my phone.

"Oh," a big grin beamed across my face – causing JK's brows to shoot up in disbelief. "Sawyer's my best friend. I've known him forever." I told him honestly, kneeling down to zip up my bag. "He's been in Russia for a couple months on holiday, but he'll be back home soon."

Um, why was I telling my enemy this??

I had no fuckin' clue.

JK said nothing. Only staring at me with those intense doe eyes, and there he went again. Doing that tongue on cheek thing that made me malfunction.

Damn, why did everything he do so fuckin' attractive?

"Hmm." He grunted, climbing to his feet and tossing me my phone. I scrambled to catch it, glaring darkly at him.

"Hey!" I groaned, "It could have hit the ground and broke, dickface." I insulted.

JK slowly turned his body around and peered down at me, a terrifying glare on his face.

"Never mind." I squeaked, "you do whatever feels right, bro."

I wasn't afraid to admit this big fucker scared me. Just a teeny tiny bit.

Don't judge me. He's scary but hot at the same time.

JK grunted and rolled those beautiful eyes of his and took my duffle out of his hands.

"Be quiet." He spoke deathly quiet, "And get some clothes on, princess. I'll wait downstairs."

Without another word, JK left the room and left me in absolute confusion.

I stared at him; stunned.

I shook it off and put some sweatpants and a sweatshirt over my tank top and shorts before adding my Nair powder (I added that in my bag with a evil smirk, if you wanted to know), and I couldn't forget to add my ear plugs (I added those with a wince and experienced those terrifying flashbacks, if you also wanted to know), and other important shit like my Tylenol, phone charger, food coloring, and my phone.

You may also say; why the fuck is food coloring so important? Well, you'll soon find out, my babies.

I zipped my purse up, threw it across my shoulders, and I was out of my room. As I walked through my house, I made sure everything was turned off and unplugged before I joined an annoyed JK at the front door.

"Finally." He grunted; jerking open the front door for me. I rolled my eyes and mumbled curses underneath my breath as I stepped out of my front door.

"Wait," awareness finally made itself known to me. "How the hell did you get inside my house? The door was locked." I said suspiciously.

JK slightly smirked and held up a silver key.

"North gave me a key, princess."

I'll go down in history as the world's biggest idiot. 

I'm not joking. 

Ughhh, that little bastard sounded so smug.

I wanted to strangle the smugness out of him.

JK locked the front door and turned to me again.

"Let's go." He said, jerking his chin in the direction of his house.

He took long strides to the house next door, and I had to take twice as many steps as he did to keep up with his long legs.

Phew, I really got to start working out, I thought to myself, swiping the imaginary sweat off my forehead.

Before I knew it, we were standing in front of his house, JK placed a hand on my lower back, ignoring the way I jerked slightly, blushing, and ushered me inside his house.

Wowzah.

It was the only word I could think of the moment I stepped inside JK's house.

I hated to admit how cool his place was. An open floor, a fucking awesome kitchen, a spacious modern living room and—oh my fucking gosh...is that a fuckin' slushie machine?

My wide eyes took in the glorious machine.

JK's house was dark, not too bad, but it made it even cooler hearing the slowed R&B music through the speakers and the LED lights.

This place is fuckin' awesome.

Maybe staying here for a little bit wouldn't be so bad...

Bam soon came running into the room from upstairs, barking up a storm. I released an excited squeal as the beautiful Doberman ran straight towards me. I pretended I didn't see my neighbor's little grin once I kneeled and hugged Bammie.

"Hi Bammie!" I cooed, pressing kisses over his adorable nose. "I missed seeing your cute face." I giggled as he left slobbery kisses on my neck. "Aww, you're such a good boy, aren't you?" I smiled, standing up on my feet once more.

"C'mon, princess." JK called, walking ahead of me, towards the hallway right behind the stairs. "Guest room's down here."

Thank you, Jesus!

My shoulders jumped in relief as I hurried and followed JK down the hallway, doing a tiny happy dance when I knew I wouldn't be on the top floor with JK.

Ha! Maybe then I won't be woken up in the middle of the night during his nightly escapades.

I followed JK to the end of the hall, and stopped when he slowed and opened a door to the right of the hallway. He waited for me to walk inside, before following in after me.

I released a quiet gasp as I took in the room.

Honestly, I loved it.

From the window, I got a perfect view of the pool (yes, the one where I poured a gallon of red dye inside), a huge comfy bed with fluffy pillows, a desk in the corner – a perfect place to set up my laptop, a tall metal rack to hang my clothes on in the back corner, with a shoe rack down below, and like the rest of his house, LED lights were placed along the ceiling of the room.

Damnnnn.... This place is nice.

Sawyer's going to be so fuckin' jealous.

I'm going to be living it up in this bitch.

"Awesome!" I let out, not realizing I said it out loud until JK smirked. He swaggered inside the room and dropped my duffle on the end of the bed, taking a seat next to it.

I let out a sharp breath when he crooked his tattooed index finger at me, urging me to step inside the room.

"Okay, let's going over some shit before you get settled;" JK started off, "Sit." He said, pointing to the spot beside him.

I raised a brow, taken aback, and then took the farthest spot on the bed from him.

I didn't want to cozy up next to the guy already.

JK clenched his jaw at my disobedience and sent me a glare, tattooed hands clenching into tight fists.

"Okay, what's the rules?" I asked knowingly, watching him as he twiddled with the rings on his fingers.

JK grew slightly more serious.

"One: don't step one toe inside my kitchen unless I'm with you. Two: Don't touch my slushy machine – if you want one, I'll make it for you, I don't want you to fuck it up. Three: Don't go into my room. Four..." He listed off, making me jerk my head back, eyes wide.

JK suddenly stopped and looked me dead in the eye, "Don't be bringing any boys back here." He ordered.

I immediately smacked my hand over my mouth to smother my laughter.

Did he really think I had any guys to bring home and fuck?

Huh, I'll admit, it did make me feel good that he thought I had some dudes to bring home.

JK's jaw ticked at my laughter. He looked as serious as a heart attack and looked as if he would reach over and choke the life out of me.

"I'm serious." He spat through clenched teeth, daring me to continue to laugh.

I waved my hand through the air, amused smile still in place.

"I know." I nodded, "You don't have to worry about that. Seriously." I wished I had a boyfriend, but alas; I was picky as fuck.

JK watched me in disbelief and shook it off with a cough.

"Alright then," he smacked his hands on his thighs, causing me to jump as he stood to his feet. "I'll let you get settled. I'll call you when dinner's ready."

JK peered down at me with sparkling hooded eyes and left the room. 

A/N

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