"You have no fucking right!
You don't pay my bills!
You put in no effort!
You are the cheater!
And you're blaming me for our failing relationship?

Tell me again-

Where the fuck does your audacity come from? "

Her voice uttering those words has my fingers faltering on their way to knocking on the door.

The very door to the apartment that's been making the most noise for the last two hours, so much that I've received about five voice complaints and three threats of people filing out of their apartments by the end of the week if the noise did not cease.

The noise of the arguing couple that has been going on for the past week.

A coupling of which Kamazia seems to take a counterpart of responsibility in.

There's this strange feeling in my chest that I'm not willing to scrutinize.

At least, not until I get this over with.

Hearing a shuffle start inside, my concern grows when I hear a slight oomph, leaving me to immediately start banging on that damn door.

What if the mother fucker hurts her?

And from the sounds of it, the heated argument could turn to heated violence right on course.

When there grows a palpable silence, I raise my first and knock or rather, bang again, until I hear the grunt echoing down what has to be the hallway to the door before it's abruptly opened.

A man half naked, with what seems to be simmering rage in his eyes, lifts his chin toward me.

He seems to be tall, broad and somewhat built, but I definitely have a whole six inches on him, and some could say a definite couple of pounds as well.

I could take him in a fight.

My brain unhelpfully supplies as well.

But, - what the fuck was I even thinking?

"Uhm-"
I start to clear my throat, only to halfway realise, that I know nothing of how to begin this conversation?

And were there specifics of how many people could even live in the apartment of my interns?

Because suddenly, I don't feel so sure about letting Kamazia share an apartment with someone she's in a relationship with.

Oh wow, that a new low for me.

Which is totally unreasonable yes, but we shared a kiss -

"Did you want something?"

Immediately, I'm pulled from the frustrating whirlwind of my fucking thoughts and dropped in a hot pot of embarrassment.

Fuck.

"Mr. Kim?"

A softer, less gruff, and more melodic voice sounds from next to him suddenly, and I'm immediately short of breath.

What the fuck does this woman do to me?

"The noise."
Is what I finally say.

The fucking noise, really Kim Taehyung, third heir in line to take over a worldwide trading business, and that the best you could come up with.

It's also the only thing I say, because for fuck sakes, what strength is there for a man when Kamazia looks like she looks?

Soft hair pulled in two curly buns, with loose strands escaping into her face, the slight flush on her cheeks of what had to be an exerting of anger mere minutes ago, dressed down into an off-shoulder jersey that cuts of mid-thigh, and it's also the only thing she wears besides socks that reach just beneath her knees.

If I had a kink,I think her dressed as soft and cute like this, would be it.

"Kamazia, a moment alone, if you will?"
I glance at what is her supposed boyfriend's direction, before moving my gaze to her again.

"Why do you need a moment alone with her-"

"Fabio, go inside."
She immediately stills him, and excuse me if there goes a shiver of pleasure down my spine when he swiftly turns towards her as if surprised but at the evil look she points in his direction, he seems to hesitate as if he wants to say something else, until he stomps back into the apartment while pulling his loose slacks higher over his ass.

Damn, I'd think she would have better taste.

I immediately berate myself for the thoughts inside my head, and turn my attention back towards her.

"You have a boyfriend?"

It has to be the most stupid thing I can ask, and I feel like chopping my dick of at the humiliation that courses through my veins, well, until she tilts her head in my direction in an almost comical way.

"I'm sorry, but is that really the question to ask?"
She asks, and even more embarrassment courses through my veins.

"No, an eviction notice would probably be more of the like I guess."
I try to lighten the mood with a joke, but the way her eyes immediately widen with fear and nervousness immediately has regret racing down my spine.

"There has been a lot of noise complaints as of late, talks of loud noises coming from this exact apartment late into the night, and one would understand that it is quite unusual for an apartment building where it is usually remotely possible to hear the steps of your neighbour in accommodating silence."

"So, what, are you telling me those same neighbours never make a noise?"
She questions, a sniff of anger sounding in the air as she crosses her arms.

Which also, has her oversized jersey rising higher.

Fuck.

"Well..."

I take a much-needed pause to swallow the sudden fill of saliva in my mouth-

"Theirs do not usually start each night at twelve and end when the first occupants start leaving for their morning shift."
I quip, hoping to be helpful and not for the pronounced sarcasm that lingers beneath my tone of voice.

"And who are you to tell me this, exactly?"
She questions, leaning against the frame of her door casually, as if she didn't have me cage her against a conference table but a few days ago, as if I'm not her boss, as if I'm not...

"Your landlord."

Again, there's the comical widening of her gaze, and her mouth forms into the cute oh shape, before she snaps it shut.

I can see the moment embarrassment starts to sink in, the fiddling with her fingers until they're burrowed into the sleeves of her jersey, and what I've come to know her as, the nerves settle in.

"You don't have an eviction note as of yet, but you do have your first strike against three, Miss Trustiath."
I mutter, and I let my gaze inappropriately linger for the last time before I take a step back as I prepare my leave.

"We're broken up.
He'll also be gone in the morning, I'm sorry for the inconvenience I've caused."
She says, and I pause in my way, turning to her again where she watches me from beneath her lashes.

I don't know what to make of her statement, and she seems to realise this, because she gives me one more lingering look, a look that stretches from the tailored shoulders of my knee length coat to the tips of my shoes, before she turns to close the door in my face.

Not before letting me glimpse the back of her smooth thighs though.

I might just be reading too much into this, but fuck if I actually want to read more into what she just said.

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Theres hope, right?