CHAPTER 1
Hi, I am Liliana Grant but you can call me Lily.
‘Good Morning’
I stare at my alarm waiting for it to ring
Ring Ring
I hit it the button.
‘Beat you again’ I say to the alarm.
I get up from bed. Good thing the blinds are down, the sun in your eyes when you just wake up is not the best way to start a day. I drag myself off the bed, wash my face and teeth. I open my blinds by remote when I am in the bathroom, and like every other morning, I take my binoculars out to my huge balcony and look out.
‘There it is’
The house stood in the distance, the rising sun always hit the house in a different way making it look so pretty in the distance. I have been obsessed with this house since I was a kid. Why? Because everyone who moved in there moved out in a year, some say it is cursed. By ‘some’ I mean the women (mothers) in the neighborhood. I would tell you more about the women later on, I do not want to get distracted. Like always I start by looking around the large compound. The house is on my street in fact it’s my neighbor but it is still so far. There are so many things between us like a basketball court in both houses, a tennis court in my house, a garden in my house, the one in the other house is dead but I am sure with some TLC, it would be back to being a beauty. If you haven’t being able to tell, I live in a pretty wealthy neighborhood. Everyone is almost the same, you have the housewives or trophy wives and you have the working wives, you must fall into one and because of that there is a clique. My mother falls into the working class clique which I am proud of, not that being a housewife is easy.
Ugh! I am getting distracted again.
I turn my attention back to the house. I have always loved the exterior of this house, it is basically a glass house like my home, it has a flat roof with a dried up garden to one side. The house as black, and white paint on the wall, the other side of the roof without the garden is gray. There are eight bedrooms inside and ten baths, eight ensuite and two powder rooms. Okay, so you are wondering, ‘how does Liliana know all this?’ well I sneaked in a few times. Hey, don’t judge me, okay. There is also a huge car garage in front of the house. I especially love the huge, and I mean huge front door. It is roof to ceiling and that is a lot when you realize that the living room has a high ceiling, that is, it is two floors combined. You would think the door would be so heavy, I thought so too but I was surprised when I used it for the first time, it is unnaturally light and easy to open. I also love the huge windows near the door. We have a similar front entrance except the door in my house is not floor to ceiling but it is just as wide. Done admiring the house, I look towards the back of the house, there is a building there, almost like warehouse.
‘That’s new’
I have never seen that building before. I quickly scan the entire compound, nothing else is different. I look towards the gate of the house. Woah! there is a moving truck, someone is moving in. It has been a while since any one moved in here. I thought it was going to be left forever, if it did, I would have bought it. The house is in good shape mostly because the realtor in charge makes sure everything is up to standard, there have even been a few open houses but nothing really stuck.
I wonder who moved in. I look around the stuffs looking for clue, I laid my eyes on one of the most beautiful motorcycles I had seen, well after mine that is, gracing the huge driveway. It is a Ducati Diavel 1260 S beside it is a Triumph Scrambler 1200 XE.
‘Nice. They’ve got taste’
Whoever moved in is already in good grace with me just for having that ride. I look around and see someone that looks like he owns the place but he can’t possibly be the one, right?
He would be about my age mate, maybe a year older tops. Even though I am far away, I can tell he is so tall because where he stands by the door is far high than where I normally reach.
′Ah, I am going to miss sneaking into that house’
My attention gets drawn back to the mystery guy at the other house, the tattoo on his left arm, cannot see it what exactly it is from here though, with his messy hair falling to the side of his head, it looks like he has run is hand through it a couple of times, and the black on black he is sporting gives him this bad boy vibe but I will not judge him. I find myself staring at him, okay fine, I am checking him out. Not gonna lie, he is hot And i do have a thing for tall guys. I notice he has a binocular in his hands.
‘No way’
I haven’t met anyone who just has a binocular without a job that requires one that isn’t a creep. I know you are thinking, ‘But Lily, you have a binocular’, yes I do and see what I use it to do. Only creeps. I look towards the moving trucks for one person.
‘How do you know he is alone, Lily’
I look back to the house, hoping he hasn’t gone inside. I gasp. He is looking in my direction. Correction, he is looking straight at me. I freeze thinking, If I do not move, maybe he would think I am a statue. My heart beats rapidly, he is still looking straight at me and then he just had to do the sexiest thing I have seen in a while. He smiles at me with those fine lips, he just had to have dimples didn’t he. I also have dimples but I am sure they not as hot as his is. I gulp. I remove my binoculars. I could just go inside now but instead I look through the binoculars, he is still looking at me. Thank goodness I am dressed okay, can you imagine if today was one of those days I dress like a hopeless person to sleep. I would be so embarrassed but now I have a short plaid pajama short and a matching top. He waves at me still smiling. I wave back at him not knowing what else to do. Then my alarm rings again.
‘Okay, that is enough for today’.
I step back into my room, making sure to close my the glass door behind me. Now it’s time for breakfast. I open my room door and I am greeted with the smell of food. I love food. I run down the stairs could not wait for the elevator door to open, I slide down the stair railings landing on my feet. I have been doing that since I was a kid, I definitely fell a lot more than a couple times before I mastered my landing.
“Tell me you didn’t slide of the railings again” my mom asked. My mum, she is the best. As much as she works, she always makes time for us and I do not remember a time in my childhood when she has been too busy for her family. She is 5"8, I am the same height as her and wear the same shoe size which is perfect for me because she has good style which I steal occasionally. My mum has blonde hair that is cut into a very straight bob, the hairstyle makes her look like the power woman she is. She currently has on a navy blue pant suit with a white blouse underneath and a matching navy blazer.
“Come on mum, you know she definitely did that. It’s part of her morning routine” Asher my brother says. Asher is my twin brother and we do not know who came first, our parent refuse to tell us, they say they do not want to create a weird dynamic among us and Asher has taken it upon himself to name him the first born. Isn’t he hilarious and like I always tell him, the fact that he thinks he is the first definitely means he is the last. Asher is every girl’s dream, he is tall and lean with an athlete’s body just like the guy from the other house expect the guy is taller. Why am I thinking about him now. You know I heard somewhere that thinking about someone means you are curious about them. Am I curious about him? I just meant him, I know I haven’t met him, technically but you know what I mean.
“Lily!!” I heard my dad call me snapping me back to reality.
