Twin Tormentors By RARE

Chapter 7

LEIGH-ARI POV

Driving home from the doctor’s appointment felt serene. I was relaxed from head to toe and the usual painful pounding of my head was gone. I was listening to smooth slow music as I swerved and maneuvered through the heavy evening traffic. At long last, I arrived outside my flat and packed the car, then rode the elevator to the first floor where my apartment was. 1

Upon arriving on my floor, I realized a whole new commotion of gazillion boxes stacked and piled outside the flat opposite mine. Curiosity had me walking stealthily and sneaked a peek inside. There were orders barked from the inside as a feminine voice commanded some men to decorate the house however she saw fit. One, I was happy that I had a new neighbor. Two, I was nervous as to what kind of a person she would tum out to be. Right when I was about to leave, a voice called out; telling me I was caught red handed:

“You can come in. I might need your help with all these.” I raised my head to find a lady who was around m y age, 5’4, lean body, very long brunnete hair and a beautiful smile. She breathed that “I am rich and I know it” vibe because she was wearing knee-breaking, ankle-spraining Loubotin heels with a neat green Gucci suit. Her nails were manicured perfectly and she had a warm smile! Add her makeup which was on

point!

“Ahhhhhmm… Are you sure? I can disappear right now and never appear in front of you ever again!” Goodness I was blabbering! Always happened when I was mad nervous!

“Don’t be silly. Come on in!” She insisted with a warm smile and I thought; ‘Why not?’

At least she was being nice and not bitchy for some unknown reason. I decided to get inside and was awed by her taste in décor. The whole place screamed money. From the lush carpets to the renowned wall master pieces. I looked around and listened as she barked orders to a group of 6 men who seemed to be

foreigners. They spoke in very deep accent and often switched to Italian.

“This place is nice.” I complimented looking around the luxurious living room. The couches were the latest Rolls Royce couches that valued over a million dollars. Holy Pregnant Cow!

“Thank you! But it’s not mine!” she replied causing me to stare at her in shock.

“What do you mean?”

is my boss’s. I came to furniture

must be stinky rich!” I thought out loud causing her

problem of blabbering when I am nervous.” I apologized staring down at

it. I actually like it much!” she brushed it off and walked out, leaving me

place; scratch that, her boss’s place and was pretty much convinced that whoever was coming to stay here, was a big shot!

would you suggest?” she asked with the most

don’t have to order. I am making mac’

that bastard, Laura seemed like she is not functioning. She was a beautiful successful young woman, but her choice of

off quickly and I will

the

I turned with a shocked face. Okay, this had to be one of the most awkward but cool things ever. I just conversed with someone like we have been friends for the past 20 decades, invited her to my house for dinner only to realize I didn’t know her name

right across the hallway. We are neighbors. And oh, my name is Leigh-Ari. Leigh-Ari Montreal!”

And you have the coolest

sounds like pasta!” I teased

joining you for that mac’ and cheese!” she winked and turned

I liked this girl!

there was a small knock on the door

in pink matching lounge room suit that hugged her body perfectly; and mind you, she had a body of a model. I was 99.9%

pasta, you are going to love i t.”

food is ready.” I announced closing the door behind her and invited her to seat in my lounge room. I passed her and

kept on complimenting my culinary skills, telling me how good the mac’ is, its texture and what not and how well I cooked it. While in reality, I just cooked without paying

a small sip of her wine. I