Pressing Matters

Chapter 1-- The Rude One

It's like my senses we're on full alert today, from the moment I heard Macy's 'singing' voice in the shower. The memory itched into my mind still 1:25pm while I am at work. I am quite surprised I could stand on my own two feet right now.....considering my shit stick of a neighbour kept a party straight till 5:16:12 am this morning, YES I did check the specific time the bitch turned off the music.

I didn't sleep all the way through. If I wasn't so tired nor had work in the morning...I would have been gyrating on the wall of my apartment like I was having a seizure. As I thought back while tapping on the tablet at my post, I thought back to the first time I saw Matt, I am never one to miss subtle details unless I was in a hurry. He stood tall in metal box we were travelling in, broad shoulders and the shiniest head of black silky hair. From behind he looks like a guy you'd have a drunken one night stand with and ran out his apartment because staying there would have you hanging around forever..... Stalking OFC.

*Flashback*

The central elevator was packed and I was jammed up in the corner, I towered over most of the people in the elevator at 5 ft. 11. A gentleman in his 50s I presumed came in adjusting his glasses while smiling at everyone in greeting. a few giggles when he turn to face the closing doors, he had the most obvious bald spot in his head top that he thinks is covered by a mess of nasty looking wig. I giggled as I felt my knees getting weak. Next was the brunette in front of me, maybe her implants hasn't set yet but it felt like cement bags pressing to my front. The elevator slowed to a stop then everybody filed out then I was finally able to stretch my legs out. Matt, as I know him now came waltzing in with his phone pressed to his ear.. He nodded my way mumbling "morning" as I did the same.

He didn't even look my way as it seems his cellphone conversation was interesting. I took the time to admire his physique, broad thick shoulders and back paired with a nice booty. I didn't know I was smirking until I caught my reflection in the door of the elevator and his gaze was locked with mine.

He ended his phone call and turn around to face me,

" I don't remember seeing you around here before?"

He squint his eyes coming closer to me with the stupidest smirk. I smiled back shyly in response.

" nope I'm new here, name is Samella " I stuck my hand out, I don't know why because this isn't a business deal. he shook my hand and held unto it for way too long. then he placed his elbow beside my head and got close.

" your very pretty, I live in room 604 " I cringed so hard at his forwardness .

" You need to back up, secondly I didn't ask for your room number but thanks" I push his arm away which he didn't expect as he lost his balance a little. his expression now completely different as he saw I wasn't playing nor smiling. His gaze trailed from my Flip flops to my army green jeans to my tank top.

" Your right, my bad, you aren't really my type" the elevator dinged just as I was about to retort and he walk out. Me following behind as I hope he would turn off somewhere far from my door. As he reach the door before mine he turned around noticing me and smirk.

" Just my fucking luck right....See you later Browning " he went in and slam his door leaving me there to question why I didn't light up his ass.

*End of flashback*

A hand slapped loudly on the stand before me, I jumped almost flinging the touchpad sideways

" Deaf, mute or both, I have a reservation" he squinted to look at my name pin" Sam".

He looked back at me angrily. I rush to put together an apology as his friends giggled while looking me up and down.

"Name please" I tried to recover my composure