The first time he came over, it was for a "routine inspection." Lana answered the door in yoga pants and a cropped tank top, her hair piled up in a messy bun. I watched from the kitchen as his eyes lingered just a second too long on her waist. He asked if we're settling in okay in all fake neighborly voice. Lana laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, just wish the water pressure was better." He smirked and said he'll look at that. He didn’t fix it that day. But he did come back.
At first, it was small things. Gotta check the HVAC before winter. Neighbors complained about the gutters. City’s doing an inspection—gotta make sure you’re up to code. Always when I wasn’t home. Lana would text me, Mr. Dawson’s here again. Says the bathroom fan needs replacing. I’d joke tell him to hurry up before you get too comfortable. She’d reply with a
or a He’s very thorough.I didn’t think much of it.Then the dynamic shifted.Last month, I lost my job. Money got tight. Rent was due, and we were $400 short. Lana panicked and said he’s not the type to let it slide.I told her to text him, ask for one week. His reply?"Come by my office. We’ll talk." She went alone. When she came back, her cheeks were flushed. I asked, she said he gave us until 15th. I was like that's it. She bit her lip and shared he also said if we need other arrangements, he's open to discussion. I knew what that meant.
Since then, He texts her directly. Not about rent. About upgrades, maintenance, needing access. She dresses up when she knows he’s coming. The sundress with no bra. The tight jeans that ride low when she bends. He lingers. Last week, I came home early and found them in the kitchen, standing too close. He had one hand on the counter, caging her in, while she laughed at something he said. When I walked in, he didn’t move. Just nodded at me. "Place looks good. You two take care of it."
Here’s the thing: nothing’s happened yet.But it’s coming. I see it in the way she smiles when his name pops up on her phone. The way she tests me, dropping hints like Mr. Dawson said the upstairs unit is empty… thinks we should check it out.
Do I confront her? Or let it play out?
Do I talk to him? Or is that part of the thrill?
Is this still ours… or is it his now?
And if you want updates… trust me, they’re coming
