All It Takes Is A Knock {Book-1}

2.Hendrix

" you can set it right there" I said to the movers carrying my 50,000 dollar sofa. Seren chose it and how can you ever have the heart to say no to a face like that. It's not like I'm going to use this often, the most time I spend is in my office.

"That should be all", said one of the movers, a white man with a balding head which showed his age. He was quite fat to be a mover honestly. But I could care less, what matters is that they got all my stuff without breaking anything. I walk to my office and stand at the doorway.

"Man, this guy has a nice house" mumbled one of the movers to him self. He was much younger then me maybe 18 and had a good build, not as good as mine but still good. He looked latino in his tone of voice and facial features.

His light brown eyes looking around my office. I had my desktop and my setup out as I couldn't control myself. I can tell were he is coming from, my office does look pretty damn cool.

" liking the room?" I ask qith a smirk. He turns to me his face morphing into horror. "I-I-I'm sorry sir I was just-" he started to explain. But I raised my hand to stop him " no it's fine, a lot of people would like this room if they saw it " I say shaking my head.

" Well yea, it's an entire Quantum Forge setup. The CPU has the Intel Core i9 with a RAM of about 32GB, this is like god tier programming equipment." He says like an excited child. I smile at how fast he opened up. " You seem to know about programming"I say, interested of his knowledge. Heck at this point he might know more about this shit than Tristan. "Oh I just had a little craze about programming since I was a kid, nothing much" he says, realiseing he acted like a child.

"What is your name,kid?" I asked. The kid did one thing which well established people can't do, he piqued my interest. " Well sir it's Antonio Bulgarias" he said looking confused. " Well Antonio, here's a little something because I like you" I said handing him a 5 hundred dollar bills to him. "Sir,I can't take this" he said looking at me like he can't believe his eyes. Well nobody would also but he deserved it. It looked like he had a real passion for these stuff.

He still looked at me awed eyes." Antonio, for god sake don't bother Mr. Everhart with your computer shit" said the older mover. Antonio's face moves into even more shock when he hears who I am. Honestly it's funny to look at his expression, the kid's like an open book. After Antonio reluctantly leaves with the older mover, I pull out my phone and go to my notes and write down:

Antonio Bulgarias, find out more.

I was about to put my phone down when I heard a light knock at my front door. I removed the doorbell specifically because it annoys me and for someone named Zaidee.

I walk to the door with my phone in hand. "Yes, how may I help you?", I ask, not looking up from my phone. I had some emails to respond to and I want to get it over as fast as I can, even if it makes me look rude.

"hi, nice to meet you" said a sweet voice. it was a very calm even after getting ignored like that. I look up to the owner of the voice. came to my view was a girl with a very interesting being. her chocolate hair, which looked like it had fingers run through in an effort to make it looked brushed, fell down her shoulders in waves ending just over her stomach. she had shorts on and a white cropped tank top . like did she think a woman lived here ' or is she trying to do something. I square my eyes on what she is holding, a plate of muffins all different shades of brown and have different textures on the top. To someone it might look the same. But to me, a perfectionist, the difference is very noticeable.

"Hey, your my new neighbour. And I just wanted to give you some muffins as a welcome treat." She said, pulling at her shorts after my piercing stare. As she should, it makes my blood boil even at the thought of the movers seeing her in that.

" Please come in and make yourself home" I say taking the plate from her hands. What ever type of person you are, you should have some virtues. I leave the door open as a sign for welcoming as I go to put away the muffins.

After setting down the muffins. I grabbed two glasses and poured some orange juice in one and went out to the living room. " Would you like a drink?" I ask, siting on the sofa armrest. "Oh no, you don't have to get me anything" she says, still tugging at her shorts. " Let me phrase that again, what drink would you like?" I say my tone comanding. If you are invited to my house I am at the very least getting you to drink something, courtesy of my mom.

" I will have some pomegranate juice if you don't mind" with a smile, which for some reason looked like it had a meschiviois touch to it. Does she really think I don't have pomegranate juice. Well unlucky for her, I have a plethora of juices. When you have four younger siblings coming and leaving like they live here, you need to have non-alcoholic options.

"Sure" I say with smirk, as her forehead crease. I go back to the kitchen to pour her pomegranate juice. I brought her the glass with a blanket. She takes the glass whilst thanking me. She stares at the blanket for a few seconds, then takes it after understanding why it was for.

I go back to the kitchen to grab my glass and the plate of muffins. I sit at the left side of the U shaped sofa. " So ummm I didn't know if you did eat gluten or if you're allergic, so I made a muffin with every type of flour I could find in the store" she said in quite a proud manner. Which she should be, not only did she make these for me but also made them with different flours so as to suit my preference.

"I didn't know you were such a big fan, want an autograph?" I responded with a smirk. That's me, never knowing how to respond to these things.

From a really young age I was used to doing everything for myself, as one learns in the Everhart family. So it isn't normal for me to have people do stuff for me from their hearts. I usually just tease the person in response, didn't really care if they found it rude. But for some reason I had this anxious feeling that she would be offended. For some reason I didn't want her to feel that way about me.

" Well I need to know your name first to ask for an autograph" she said with a teasing tone. " Very well, you're seeing Hendrix Everhart" I say, internally shiging in relief. Her eyes grew wide like saucers when she processed my last name. Then she looked around the living room she was sitting in. It was honestly cute to look at her awed expression.

Then realisation hit her expression and she quickly composed herself. " Why are you drinking orange juice, your Isabella Islay bottle finished?" She asks, trying to look innocent. " What do you think I am an alcoholic, who drinks whiskey at 11 in the morning?" I retort back at her. " Well a lot of rich people" she say, breaking into a giggle on her own joke. I smile at her giggling. I get to hear this sound rearly after the girls started doing jobs, they became so busy.

Before I can hop on the memory train, I am disrupted by a ping of a phone. Sabrina looks down at her phone and starts to get up. She folds up the blanket, which ahe didn't have to but am grateful she did. She looks at me with worry In her eyes and says," I-I'm sorry, I have to go, something came up at work".

The next thing I did was completely out of my character but I said it anyway. " Let me drive you there" I say getting up . "no no, I can't possibly ask you to do that" she says, shaking her head in denial. she started to walk away."you didn't ask me, I wanted to take you" I say, grabbing her wrist to turn her around. My Voice was commanding as always but my eyes showed sincerety. At least that's why I think is the reason why she said yes. " Go get ready, I'll go get the car" I say as we stand at the doorway. Ok was her only answer as she walks to her door.