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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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________________________________ Karma had its kiss for Connor in the form of a nasty hangover and even nastier neighbor to deal with in the morning.
He woke up wishing the sun would explode and the weird smell of puke was just his imagination.
Connor groaned into his pillow before begrudgingly rising from his bed. The foggy memories from the night before miraculously filtering back into his head.
"Fuck my life." Connor groaned under his breath letting out a frustrated sigh.
He winced his eyes closed as he got up off his bed, his hand traveled under the fabric of his thin cotton t-shirt to scratch his lower abdomen.
Connor yawned and glanced out the window to see no trace of the sun, he then looked at the clock next to his bed and saw the time blinking at him.
5:45 am
"Oh fuck that, I'm going back to bed." He went to turn back to his glorious bed when movement caught his eye.
He saw Serena moving about her kitchen through her large window she didn't have covered. She was grabbing her shoes and balancing a cup of coffee in her other hand.
A smirk spread across Connor's lip and his phone chimed on his night stand.
He went to grab the illuminated phone, the artificial light making a searing pain ring through his head.
He squinted and groaned trying to read the pop up notification.
one new Gmail.
Connor clicked on it and unlocked his phone.
From: citrusgrovehoa @ gmail.com To: Connor.Deluca @ gmail.com Subject: welcome to the community, info on our Monday meetings. —
Dear Mr. Deluca,
Our Monday meetings start every Monday from 6:30 am to 7:30 am in the community club house. We can't wait to see you and welcome you into our lovely community.
Kindest regards, Frank Miller (president of HOA) —
Conor couldn't help but chuckle at the email and glance out his window at the house next to him.
"I just know little miss goody two shoes goes to all of these." He mumbled and grabbed his shoes.
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Connor was trying to convince himself the throbbing of his head was worth the look on his neighbors face when he showed up.
His weak attempt at dulling the hangover included four Advil's and some black ray bans.
