A Billionaire Next Door

Ch. 1 - Picture Perfect Morning

KAILYN

The sharp beeping of my alarm clock wakes me. This morning should have felt like any other, but something in the air made it lighter. Calmer. Almost hopeful. The sun casts its rays on me, discomforting me and forcing me out of bed. You would think I would've gotten used to it by now, but I haven't. I twist and turn in my bed, and then finally I get up and dress in my pink sports bra, nude biker shorts, and black workout shoes with my hair packed up in a ponytail for my morning run.

 I run around Pinewood Estate until my watch buzzes, notifying me that I've hit my morning goal. The road curves slightly, and the large homes of my neighborhood start to appear from the morning haze. Each one sits back from the street like a preening debutante, eager to be admired but keeping a careful distance. I know each property by heart: the Hendersons with their many lawn ornaments, the Wilsons with their always under-construction pool house, and then-there it is-the sweeping curve of grey stone that marks Miles Howard's driveway. 

Miles Howard. Billionaire. New York's Most Eligible Bachelor.And, lucky me, my untouchable neighbour. He's walking out of his house to a black Audi PB18 e-Tron, with his phone like a prisoner in his hands, his eyes meet mine, only for a second before they return to his screen. He has always intrigued me, always so mysterious and puzzling, and something about that excites me.

I'm back in the apartment, and the scent of a familiar vanilla fills my nostrils. "Alexa, play Kill Bill by SZA." "Playing Kill Bill by SZA." she responds while I make my way into the bathroom. Hot water droplets flow down my body, accompanied by the soft net of my soapy loofah. Beep... Beep... Beep... The sound of my phone ringing fills my ears as the music stops, and the screen lights up with Rose Ivanov's contact filling it. "Oh, it's very early. I wonder what she's calling about," I thought. Rose Ivanov, married to Damon Ivanov, a man with so much power, he makes the rest of us seem like green pants in the food chain-no matter how high up you are, and I am HIGH. I slide my fingers in favour of answering the phone call

"Hi Kaitlyn, I loved yesterday's event so much. Honestly, I was a little skeptical about how it would go, but you showed me that my investment in you was worthwhile. Everyone last night wanted to know where I got my dres from." I could feel her smile through the screen that divides us. 

"Good morning, Rose, I'm so happy you liked it. It's always a pleasure hearing a good review from a client personally."

"Thank you, Kaitlyn. I'll stay in touch."

"Goodbye!"

I walk into my walk-in closet designed like a boutique with soft blush walls, gold hardware, and crystal chandeliers that spill light across