JACK
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Two weeks had passed since that glorious night. Things had changed between both of us for sure. Tracy would call me to her apartment sometimes, and we would f**k until we were breathless.
But for the past five days, she had been quite distant. She hadn’t called me to her room. I would hear her heels clink past my door, but she wouldn’t stop as she usually did.
At first, I wondered what I had done wrong. But after hearing her conversation with her lawyer a few days back, I realized she was just stressed.
I lay on my bed, listening to her conversation this time through the thin walls.
It made me wonder, those nights when we have s*x, does the man after her apartment hear us? Which I’m sure he definitely does.
“I just want to be free from that madman…” Tracy began, the rest
