Dr. Valentino (18+)

Surviving Pain - 4

House hunting has never been fun.

It never was fun. Never before, not now.

Especially when you had just packed your things out of your ex-boyfriend's home only a night ago, and come morning, you were already searching for where to rest your head.

Never in those times when I received requests from people searching for a home to claim as theirs, had I found the thrill in it.

Exempting the motivating pay, it wasn't that much of a thing I would wear my bones out for.

Running here to there, meeting up with buyers who had one ill thing or the other to say about the property in your care, was one thing I had grown out of fancy of.

Yet for my sanity, for my well-being, for the riches that came with it, I chose the darnest job.

It wasn't fun then, it can't be fun now.

It should be easy for me, one would say. Speaking on the fact, that Loren owned a home the size of New York, also to that, I, being a realtor should even be bestowed the perk of it all, but you see, was I now to go crashing into one of those homes all because I happened to sell them?

I would have to account for it.

At the end of the day, it wasn't mine. It only had my name at the bottom of its papers, while I fixed it on the estate market, so the quicker I had those properties sold, the better for my being.

Well, that's what you get for deciding to share a home with a guy, all because you were blinded by 'love', Olivia.

Nonsense!

And what if you crashed in one of those homes? There came that intrusive voice, feeding me with nonsense and nonsense.

What if you find a place to rest for just a couple days as needed as it is?

What if? What if... That voice spared me not a rest, and now finding myself driving my car aimlessly around the neighborhood, I chose to toss aside professionalism and abuse my duties.

I drove down Hollywood hills, going to crash in one of those homes I had on the market.

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The residence was a 5-bedroom duplex, and call me greedy for picking this particular one of all properties, knowing so well it was my favorite, but really it was the only one I found nearby.

...Well that, and the fact that I had longed for it since the minute I had it in my care.

I remember how much I begged Gary that we copped it since it was only fair that we moved out of our old home, unknown to me that my supposed boyfriend already had plans of his own.

Already grabbing the keys out of my bag, I pushed it into the key-hole, prying open the door.

Silence-It was all which englobed me, the second I walked into the space.

The brown settee sat at the center of the living room still had its tarpaulin cover on it, the white center rug still remained neat enough to gratify the home, and that coffee table remained as good as new all thanks to Martha.

I would have to call her now, telling her not to bother coming around for any more cleanup. For as much as I knew now, this is my home for the time being.

Hurrying into the house, I tossed the bag I had packed up with barely any of my stuff.

Not bothering to examine the area, I hurried up the stairs, finding my way to the bathroom, and soon undoing the water pump, I sank into the bath tub.