Billionaire Next Door✔

New Neighbour, New Distraction

Ace

I harshly twisted my hand across the steering wheel as I spun the car around a tight corner, the house coming into view. Pulling up to the large black gates, my eyes caught onto something.

A large white moving van, pulling away from next door caught my attention. The wheels skidding as I watched the five happy men drive away with large smirks on their faces. I know that look. That's look I wear a little to often.

A look of utter satisfaction.

Although mine would never go that far, my grin never completely meeting my eyes.

I placed my finger down on the cool plastic, the window of my sleek black BMW rolling down.
Harvey met my haze before giving a slight nod to Trevor. The pair beginning to open the gate, knowing it was me.

I push my weight into the car door, hoping I don't have to use to much force. Stumbling out the car, my feet find themselves on there own tiring path towards my front door. A soft groan escaping my lips as I push the keys into the lock and move up against the door.

As soon as it opens, my eyes dash to the clock on the wall in the hallway. Glaring it down as I see it's only just turned three.

My feet move into the living room on their own accord. My body slumping down, heavily, into the sofa. The black and white leather making noises of discomfort beneath me. My ankles lightly brushing the metal that lead up from the feet all the way to the arm rests. The detailing was magnificent, it was one of the things that drew me towards it when I was designing this room.

The floor was a dark, black laminate wood. The walls are coated in a light grey velvet, a pattern of crosses going across in diagonal lines.

My eyes dance across to the back wall which is covered head to toe in books. Ranging from Shakespeare all the way to J.K.Rowling. Every spine was faced outward, all even, none protruding outward or inward.

I kick my shoes off, allowing them to fall carelessly onto the floor, the clattering sound not startling me. Standing from where I was, I walk over to the next room, my calloused hands trailing across the cremé walls.

My eyes blitzed from left to right as I took in my surroundings like I did everyday. The hardwood table, sits, situated in the middle of the dining room. The light, laminate, flooring reflects as the light dances over its surface.

My eyes move to each glass chair. Eight in total. Each residing at the edge if the table. Three on each side and one up each end.

My eyes move on to the kitchen, my body carrying itself in the direction.

My eyes bounce from the white marble floor, to the black granite work surfaces. They soon wonder over the white walls all the way across to the window that took up about half of the back wall. It looks out to the neat, clean garden at the back of the house. I look all the pay across the slabs to the cut grass.

I shake my head before going to head up stairs. As my feet beat against the light, brown carpeted steps, I hear the sound of talking in one of the guest rooms.

I know for a fact that I don't have any invited guests over, so who the hell is in that room?

As I near the door; I notice the voices are coming from a Tv.

So not only does someone have the nerve to come into my house, uninvited, but they have the cheek to sit down and watch Tv.

My hand reaches towards the cold metal handle. I feel goosebumps crawl up my arms and across the back of my neck, a rush if adrenalin surging through my veins.