Page 63 of Forced Proximity
“Can I help you?”
The bitch frowned. “Who are you?”
“I could ask the same, since you’re banging on my apartment, waking me up after only having two hours of sleep,” I snapped, hoping she’d fall for it because I could desperately use another four to five hours of sleep.
It was a bald-faced lie, of course, but she didn’t need to know that right now.
“My sister lives here?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Been my place for two years.”
I didn’t want her here.
In fact, based on how bitchy she’d been to Dru in those text messages, I may never want her here.
“Oh.” She frowned. “Are you sure? Because this is the address that the attendant gave me.”
I’d fix that as soon as she left.
It’d take two minutes on my phone, max.
I raised an eyebrow at her and said, “You seriously aren’t questioning whether or not I’m the one that lives here, right?”
“I guess not.” She scrunched up her nose. “Weird.”
I closed the door on her then, heading for the bedroom where I’d left my phone in my pants.
My gaze went to the bed where Dru was still seriously knocked out, and I paused for a few seconds because Jesus, was she beautiful.
Forcing myself to look away and not study how her luscious thigh was on display, I picked up my pants and searched for my phone.
The clink of my belt buckle right next to her head didn’t stir her, either.
“Jesus, baby,” I said to her as she remained completely still, heavy breaths the only indication that she was even alive at this point. “You sleep like the dead.”
I would have to ask her why that was, and if she’d always done it later.
For now, I had a few things to take care of.
It took me all of a minute to break into the apartment complex’s systems. It took me less than that to find Dru’s information.
I changed her information to instead reflect mine and then, for good measure, I took her credit card off the lease and put mine on there.
I then took a few minutes extra to start a new savings account with her at my bank, so the money she paid for her “rent” would instead route to her new account at my bank. That way she felt like she was still paying her rent, even though I would be.
There was another knock at the door, but I ignored it and instead closed the bedroom door and lay back down.
They’d come back or they wouldn’t, but I was too tired to deal with them today.
My body felt heavy—a feeling I knew well.
Death always felt like that to me.
Anytime someone died, I’d feel this oppressive weight balance on my shoulders that physically felt like I was sick.
That was exactly how I felt this time, and I just wanted to forget for a little bit.
I didn’t want to think about the fact that my best friend since I was twelve had passed away, along with his wife.
