‘I have a demon that no one knows of, I could show it to you but you’ll be scared to death. 

There’s a devil in me. He knows my secrets, my past…’

A tall, handsome man stared at the window from where he wrote the note, sipping on his usual bland coffee. He caught sight of the ‘morning jog girl’. He sipped more as her hair flared in the wind till she was out of sight.

This is the third time he's seen her from the window and he got familiar with her face. She would usually run by just like she just did, but this time was different, she ran back and waved at him.

“Oh shit!” he had spilled coffee on his body.

A chuckle left her lips. She smiled and took off again.

By the time he had finished cleaning it up and staring back at the window, she was gone.

‘How did she know I’ve been staring at her all the time?” he wondered. ‘Was it that obvious?’

The next thing he knew, the sound of the doorbell rang. He quickly pulled out of his thoughts and rushed to get the door. He was stunned when he saw who it was.

The girl’s smile broadened as she stared at his amazing features. “I’m Gabriella. Gabriella Montes. Mexican and American, what about you?”

“Me… me… Um…” he cleared his throat, trying to stop stuttering. “Maxwell Grey.”

“Why does this feel like I’m Anastasia Steele and you’re Christian Grey?”

He smirked. “Deja vu shit.”

“Certainly. Don’t tell me you’re a billionaire or I’ll lose my mind.”

“Which billionaire lives in a small crib that’s quite a lot of fortune? Yeah, that’s me.”

“Are you sure this isn’t a reboot?”

“Certainly not the same story.”

“I hope so.” she wiped off the sweat on her forehead. 

“Did you have guessed I was staring all this while?”

“Definitely not. I was just doing all that on purpose. I actually wanted to catch your attention. Luckily, I did.”

“So you were like ‘Gosh, can this billionaire just notice me’.

“Yeah.” she bit her lips and said shyly. “Can I come in?”

“Sure. I can get you a glass of water if you want.”

“Are you trying to drug me?” She took a step back from the entrance. 

“Why didn’t you think of that before you showed up at my door and requested to come in?”

“Just checking.” she took in a deep breath and walked in, her eyes taking a fill of the magnificent place. “I would gladly have your baby.”

“I hate kids,” he said coldly, his expression darkening. “What if I’m a serial killer, don’t you watch murder movies?”

“You don’t strike me as such. But if you are, then I’m probably dead.”

“Just pulling your legs.” his expression brightened and he headed for the kitchen, coming back seconds later.

“May I know why you don’t like kids?”

“I’m not just ready to have one. You know… being responsible for somebody else, changing into a perfect example for your kids to imitate… I’ll pass on that.” he handed her the glass.     “What made you show up at my door unexpectedly?”

“Dick.” she gulped down the water and watched his reaction.

He smiled smugly. “Take off your clothes and get on your knees!” He said it like a real dominant.

“I was just pulling your legs. I’m not that type of girl.” she clarified. “I moved in four days ago so I just wanted to get to know my neighbors.” She stood up and handed him back the glass. “Thanks for the water. It was thoughtful.”

“Glad I’ll be seeing you around.”

“Yeah, me too. Just a block away.” she squeezed her face. “I guess this is the last time you see me jog. I was so shy to meet you, and I had expected the worst scenario. I thought you might be some kind of arrogant guy.”

“You don’t strike me as shy. I mean, I could bet that you’re flirting with me.”

“Hell no. I haven’t asked for your number yet.”

“+12064512559.”

“I don’t need it.” she chuckled nervously.

“But what if you do?”

“What could I possibly need your help for?”

“To help set up your condo, I can also do menial jobs like plumbing, or even sexting.”

“I’ll see if I need your help for anything and I could always show up when you’re around. Like on a sunday, just like now. And for the sexting, why do I feel like you’re making a move on me?”

“Cause I am.”

“And there you go, admitting it.” she muttered. “I didn’t intend on staying long so I’ll just go check up on our neighbors down the street.”

“To save you the stress, I’ll just organize a party tonight, and then you’ll get to know everybody.”

“So you know everyone.”

“Yeah. The bis, the lesbians, the gays, the blacks, the asians, the Italians and other foreigners. There are a whole lot in this estate.”

“Sounds interesting. I love gay guys, they’re usually funny and talk a whole lot.”

“That’s your stereotype of them.”

“But it’s true. Like ninety percent. Unless those that haven’t come out.” she fell back on the sofa.

“I guess you win.”

“I always win.” she smiled. “So what would we be making?”

“I’ll order something.”

“Too bad, that’s why I sat back, now I’ll just have to get going again. By what time should I be here at night?”

“Do you really want to leave without giving me your number? Since you aren’t going to be the ‘morning jog girl’, would you only want to show up on a Sunday?”

She stood up again. “Just give me the time, you don’t really have to text me.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What?” she was thrown off by the question. She wanted to ignore the question, or better still leave his house, but she decided to lie. “I do. You met him seven years ago, don’t you remember?”

“I don’t even remember meeting you, what are you saying? How can you even date for seven years, no marriage.”

“Just pulling your legs.” she smirked. “Are you usually this polite and kind of flirtatious?”

“I didn’t really want to flirt, but it’s kind of working, I guess. And why should I be rude to a girl?”

“I wouldn’t say it isn’t working. Just checking, Mr. Maxwell Grey. That’s the name, right?”

“That’s right, Miss Gabriella Montes.”

She chuckled softly and left. As soon as she was out of the condo, she pulled out her phone and put a call across.

“How did it go?” a woman’s voice sounded across the line.

“The devil that ruined my life didn’t remember me from the past, so it went well.” a smirk plastered on her face.