Lessons In Revenge (Daredevil Book 2)

For Most Guys, Girls Swallow

Nissa's POV

If anyone had ever told me when I first moved into my apartment, and found out that I would be neighbors with my biggest enemy, that I would find myself in his apartment more than I found myself in mine, I would call the local asylum to take them back home.

Too bad they would be right.

More times than I cared to admit, I found myself instinctively walking into his apartment instead of mine. Crazy part was that most of the time I wasn't even doing it on purpose. His stupid couch just called to me. It really wasn't my fault, the thing was softer than a cloud made of the best cotton. It hadn't been my fault that I'd discovered this either. It had been his fault. He would disagree, but he'd be lying.

I hadn't meant to fall asleep on his couch that day, but after staying up with him almost all night, I had been exhausted. And no, it was not the kind of sleepover you're thinking. It was fairly PG-13.

Walking into his disgustingly neat apartment - how the hell he kept this place so neat, I would never know - I headed straight to his living room and made a beeline to the couch I had deemed mine. He tried to deny it, but we both knew that I had become the rightful owner of that couch the moment I first sat on it.

I curled up and pulled the comforter he kept at the foot of the couch onto my body, bringing it up to my chin. The apartment was strangely quiet, and calling out his name twice, I figured he was out. Shrugging half-heartedly, I sunk deeper into the soft, beautiful couch and closed my eyes, quietly sighing.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard was the closing of a door and the soft padding of footsteps headed to the kitchen. Too tired to let him know I was in his living room, I let the clutches of sleep deprivation drag me back to unconsciousness. He'd find out eventually.

The next time I woke up was to the smell of hot chocolate and the delicious smell that promised my favorite drink, had me sitting up on the couch, bleary-eyed, a hazy figure perched on the coffee table in front of the couch making an appearance.

"Hey, snoozy," a male voice spoke and I groaned.

"What time is it?" I asked groggily, reaching a hand out to the mug in his hand. He handed me the mug and stood up. Walking over to the window near the TV, he answered by pulling the curtain back.

"That doesn't answer my question, asshat, all that's answering is that it's night. What time of the night?" I sipped the deliciously rich hot chocolate, a moan escaping my lips as the warm liquid traveled down my throat, making me feel warm and fuzzy.

This was how he was going to kill me, wasn't it? He was going to poison my beloved hot cocoa, and being the glutton bitch I was with my cocoa, I wouldn't even noticed. I squinted my eyes at him over the rim of the cup, quickly looking away when he gave me a puzzled look.

"What time is it?" I asked again, trying to distract him from figuring out thag I was onto his evil plan.

"Its night, Nissa," he answered drily, and walked back over towards me, slumping down on the couch next to me and taking the mug out of my hands. Okay so no poison then- I growled when I realized that he was drinking out of my perfectly fine cocoa, and tried to snatch it back, but he quickly moved it out of my reach and took a long sip, making me glare. He smirked and handed me back the mug. "What happened?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Clutching the mug with both hands, I stared at the blank TV screen, trying to keep a blank look on my face.

"You don't sleep in the afternoon, unless something is bugging you, usually it's something to do with the douchebags you date, and I haven't seen the latest in about two days...so what happened?" he answered matter-of-factly, taking the mug back and sipping out of it before handing it back before I couldn't even bitch about it.