Undone

Chapter 2

Moving day. A beautiful, yet exhausting day that is the beginning of a new start. It isn't exactly a fresh start I wanted but when your ex-boyfriend can't keep his pecker in his pants, then you're given no choice.

I managed to get a small moving truck to take my few larger items. My bed, dresser, and a few of the boxes I had packed. Other than that, I was starting fresh. No bed, TV, table, or anything a normal person would have. But at least I had one thing; my dignity... And my couch that Malcom so generously christened.

I can't remember what it's like to live on my own, the thought terrifies me but with that being said I don't want to depend on any man. Especially a man like Malcom who happens to be so self-centred that he can't see anything or anyone else.

"Which unit is yours?" The mover asks as he helps his partner pulling my bed frame from the truck.

I look towards the warn down building, "Lower level. I'll unlock the door."

As I walk to the duplex, I take out the key that I had been given to unlock the front door and I push it open to see my new home. It isn't exactly homey, yet. But I would make it cozy in time.

I keep my shoes on as I walk around, noting that the place needed a little TLC. I couldn't complain, though. This was the cheapest one bedroom place closest to the city where I needed to be for work. How the hell did my life get here? How did I let it get to the point where I was living in a shabby duplex because my rich ex-boyfriend decided that he wanted more?

How was I not enough for him? The time I gave just seemed pointless and unappreciated because I gave him everything I could. I did anything I could to make him happy.

I wipe a fallen tear, rolling my eyes as I feel annoyed with myself for even giving him tears. Malcom didn't deserve shit some me. "Come on, Jess. Pull yourself together."

A man cleared his throat and I looked around to see one of the movers with a large box in hand.

"You can set it down anywhere, I'll organize everything later." I tell him before slipping past the doorway to head outside for some fresh air. I couldn't seriously be hung up on a guy who broke my heart, cheated on me, and left me with no place to live. The guy is a literal piece of shit.

The next thirty minutes went by quickly and the movers unloaded my minimal items before giving the bill to me and going on their way.

I stay outside for a moment, looking around the street and taking it all in. Partly, I was sulking in my own self pity but I was okay. I would be okay.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the driveway of the duplex. The noise taunted my already aching head and I felt irritation rise to my body when it was clear that this was the person who lived in the upper level of the duplex.

I had a few options, I could introduce myself and play nice neighbour or be a complete bitch and already complain about the noise his choice in vehicle caused. I settled for the latter, walking towards the motorcycle slowly and plastering a smile on my face to emphasize my kindness.

The man turned off the engine, keeping his helmet on as he fiddled with the keys on his keychain, I assume searching for the house key.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jessica and I just moved in downstairs." I say to him, louder than intended but I wanted to make sure he could hear me through the helmet.

He looks towards me, his eyes meeting mine and I can't help but find them familiar. Where have I seen him before? It isn't until he pulls the helmet from his head that everything is so, obviously clear.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He says in disbelief.

"You're the client from yesterday," I point out the obvious, remembering Gary introducing him to me as Nick. The last name, however, I wasn't sure.

"Ol' Gary went to this extent to spy on me, hm?" A low, dark chuckle escapes his lips as he gets off of the bike and stands in front of me.

Now, I'm much aware of just how tall Nick is. With him sitting down last night, I hadn't noticed.

I shake my head in defence, "No. This isn't a work related move, consider it a coincidence. Though, I'm surprised you've bene released, your file is very telling."

"Yeah, well, shit happens."

Nick begins to walk towards the stairs that led to his home and I find myself trailing behind. Gary was right. There was no trial because somehow this guy always got away with his crimes. No wonder Wilfred Law and Associates were so focused on bringing him down, he's a criminal that walks free. But how?

How could the government allow a criminal to just walk free? Have I mentioned that he's a criminal?

When Nick stops in his steps abruptly, I collide again his firm back and look up at him once he turns to me. His voice is stern when he speaks to me, "Stay out of my way. Stay out of my space. If you're here to snoop, I can promise you that you'll regret the outcome."

All I needed was a home and it looks like I quite literally brought my job with me.

I don't say a word because nothing I say could possibly explain all of the thoughts going through my head right now. I'm at a complete loss.

I watch Nick walk up the stairs, unlocking his door and stepping inside before letting it slam behind him. Clearly, he's upset and I don't necessarily blame him. I didn't move here for this, but if I learn things that could potentially get some dirt on him and help my career, I sure as hell will use it.