“Oh shit!” I scream when an unknown woman swings a bat and hits me on my arm.
“Who the hell are you, and why are you in my apartment?” She screams and raises the bat to swing again as I move with ninja speed to avoid being hit a second time.
“Woman, if you hit me again, I’m gonna know something.”
“You better answer my question, nigga. Who the hell are you? Coming into my apartment like you own this mothafucka.”
Her words daze me for a second and cause me to miss the swing of her bat until pain radiates in my arm.
“Fuck! Stop hitting me, crazy ass woman. This is my gotdamn apartment, so you’re the one who needs to answer why you’re in my shit.”
Why the hell is she screaming about this being her apartment?
My brain reels with thoughts as the woman stares daggers into me. Her chest rises heavily, and I silently pray that she doesn’t swing that gotdamn bat again. She’s gonna fuck around and have me getting acquainted with the emergency room in my new city.
“How is this your apartment when me and my belongings are already here?”
I lift my hands to reveal the key I used to enter the apartment before I reply.
“Seeing as how I walked in this mothafucka with the key should tell you something, slugger.”
I take a minute to take in the petite woman who’s a little vertically challenged in comparison to my six-foot height. The black two-piece short set she wears causes my dick to twitch when my eyes rake over the smoothness of her warm brown skin. The shorts stop inches from her pussy, and the slight poke from her backside causes my body to respond. There’s a black silk bonnet on her head, so I have no clue what lies beneath. Her bare feet are painted white and appear well-maintained. Shorty is a baddie, even dressed for bed, which lets me know I disturbed her sleep with my arrival.
“Stop staring at me, you fucking creep. I don’t know how you got a key to my place, but you need to get out of here before I call the police.” Her voice pisses me off as it interrupts my ability to continue cataloging her features.
“Imagine calling the police only to find out that I live here. But go ahead and waste the call. Your little ass is the only intruder here.”
“You tried it.” She turns away from me, and I have to swallow the groan the sight of her little apple-shaped ass incites.
Lord, what are you doing to me? Monika already plays Scrabble with Satan. Why did you give him permission to tempt me again so soon?
“Here’s my proof that this place belongs to me.” Papers being waved in my direction cause me to return to the present moment.
I cautiously take the papers and give them a quick glance, which confirms that she is listed as a tenant for this unit. My mouth drops, and I retrieve my phone from my pocket and check my email. I locate the email from the Kaiku contact, open it, andread it again. The email also confirms that I, too, am a tenant for this particular unit.
“This shit can’t be real,” I grumble before I hand my phone over to the feisty woman.
“What the hell?”
Yeah, clearly, somebody fucked up.
“How the hell did this happen?” she asks, and a cute pout twists her facial features, and I fight the urge to smile like a bitch.
“We’re gonna find out tomorrow.”
“Excuse me? You’re not staying here.”
A low, humorless chuckle escapes my mouth because, bat or no bat, she can’t make me leave this apartment.
“My money and name are tied up in this place, so I’d like to see you force me out of here.”
Silence creeps into the space as little Miss Bat Slinger stares me up and down like she’s six feet two or can whup my ass.
“Get the hell out.”
I smirk and do as she asks as the door hits my back from how hard she slams it. I laugh when the sound of the lock turning hits my ears. Nevertheless, the question remains: How did this hiccup happen? I’m gonna be front and center at that rental office as soon as my eyes crack open tomorrow morning. Somebody is about to explain to us how the hell they rented the same unit to two different people. How in the hell is this my life?
Chapter 5
