Vito walked back into the house with a bag filled with groceries. She dumped them on the couch and then made her way to the room, she had a lot of cleaning to do, but for now, this would do. A smile formed on her face when she swirled her head around, taking in every inch of her luxury apartment. “This is life,” she said to herself, entering the main bedroom and plopping down forcefully on her bed. Even the fabric of the material was far better than what she was used to in her former low end apartment. The only thing she didn’t anticipate was that she would be neighbors with Matthew Houston, she had no idea that he even owned a flat here. She was still deep in her day dreaming when the doorbell rang, “oh great, it must be the food I ordered,” she said to herself as she skipped towards the door excitedly. Even though she had gone to shop for groceries, she didn’t actually plan on cooking just yet. She had just set up her apartment and for nwo was more concerned with resting. To her

Matthew went straight to his condo unit after work, since Amelia had not particularly mentioned anything about needing to be home for dinner, he concluded that it was not necessary. He parked his car outside and got down, with his blazer in hand as he marched into the building. By the entrance as he was about to enter, he bumped into a familiar figure, it was none other than his ex Ashley. At first he was shocked to see her, but then he remembered that he had seen Vito here earlier and that she was his next door neighbor, so it only made sense that he would also see Ashley around since she was Vito’s closests friend. “Don’t tell me that you live here with Vito?” he asked in a rude tone. She scoffed, adjusting her hair, “why? What’s it to you?” she asked. “It’s already bad enough having Vito here, having the both of you would be a nightmare, please. Some places aren’t for classless people.”Angered by his words, Ashley tried to smack him in the face, just like she used to whenever

In the mansion, Martha was in the kitchen with the maids, she was cooking soup along with some of the maids and they seemed to be engaged in a conversation. “You’re a really good cook ma’am,” Lindsay complimented her. “Thank you, you know my mother was actually a cook, growing up, I would always wake up to the smell of her cooking.”Lindsay smiled widely, “awwn, that’s so sweet.”Martha began chopping some vegetables and Lindsay looked at her with so much adoration. “You know ma'am, I never really thought that a time like this would come, you really fought the depression,” Lindsay remarked absent mindedly, but Martha’s mood switched and the smile on her face vanished. “What the hell are you doing?” A familiar voice rang, startling the two women but for very different reasons. A shiver ran down Martha’s spine as she tightened her grip on the knife. Lindsay looked a little scared and she backed away from the kitchen island. “Don’t be angry at her, I was the one that insisted on prep

Frustrated About the fact that Lola was ignoring his text message, he Decided to shove his phone aside. he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up, after which he decided it was time to go out and grab something to eat. He was about to go out when Anderson, his best friend texted him. “ have you seen what is trending?” he asked. Matthew was a bit confused when he received this message and so he replied with no.The next thing Anderson did was to send him a link, a companied by the caption. “ isn't she that girl we were in the Club with that day?” His heart dropped because he knew the only girl that Anderson could have been talking about was Lola.Without hesitating, he clicked the link and waited for it to load. A picture of Lola and his cousin Xander in what seems to be a quiet restaurant was what was on display. It seemed like they were on a date and they seemed to be having an intimate moment. He felt betrayed by her and he tossed his phone on the bed in anger, clearly she

The evening had wore on and matthew was undeniably drunk, even more than Anderson who had invited him out to the club. “Give me another shot,” his voice dragged as he mumbled incoherently. “That’s enough, let’s get you back home,” Anderson suggested, pulling Matthew forward so that he could stand onn his own two feet. Matthew tried to argue, but he was too drunk and too weak to out up a resistance, matter of fact, his steps were even sloppy to begin with. Anderson slung Matthew’s arm over his shoulders to provide him with support as he dragged him out of the club.“Where are your car keys?” he asked.“Breast pocket,” Matthew slurred. Anderson took the car key and they headed outside to the car and they headed outside to the car were he gently opened the door and put Matthew in. He droved them back to Matthew's apartment complex, Anderson helped him into the house and as soon as he opened the door, the sound of the dog barking met his ears. he didn't even realize that his friend ha