Intro
I laid on my tech smart bed that has a lounging massage chair on one side. A king memory bed in the middle and complete cubicle organization section on the other that I had modified.
I laid there drinking a beer while I watched one of my drama series enjoying my life.
My name is Kevin Makinune. Don't try pronouncing my last name as you'll more than likely butcher it....everyone does.
I'm 29 years old.
I'm single and not looking for anyone as I'm content in my status.
I'm about six foot even. I'm not buff nor heavy but I'm not skinny either. I'm about average weight and build for my height.
I have thick brown hair with blue eyes.
I have a nice job as an independent consultant for firms and corporations where I make a decent coin and the best benefit....I pretty much work from home.
And it wasn't my only job. But consulting brings most of my income. Well that and some solid investments that kind of boomed in my face.
I'm not rich not an I poor.... I'm just comfortable. Well at least to me I'm comfortable.
I live in a nice quiet suburb as I own my home. I have a nice car.
And up until five seconds ago I lived alone.
I was about to take another drink of my special craft stout beer when my doorbell rang.
I looked at the time seeing it read a little past eleven at night.
I initially wanted to leave whoever was at my door hoping it was a late delivery or something but then came a frantic knock on my door.
I groaned and got up irritated that I had to get up.
I left my bedroom and traveled down the hall as I felt the stout had kicked in but not by much.
The knock became louder as I continued walking towards my door as I called out "Hold your horse's I'm coming."
I walked up to my door and turned on my outside light as I looked out my peep hole as my heart stopped.
What the fuck is she doing here? I thought.
I pulled away from the door and rubbed my eyes to make sure the stout wasn't making me hallucinate then looked again.
Yeah my eyes weren't playing a trick on me.
The person on the other side of the door pleaded, "Please Kevin open the door."
I sighed as I opened the door still not believing she was at my front door.
I opened the door and spoke, "Sam?"
There standing in front of me huddling to herself was Samantha Reid or Sam....my ex.
I looked down at my ex as she stood 5'4" who was currently bundled up holding herself shivering. She looked up at me with her puppy dog green eyes, "I got kicked out and am currently homeless Kev. I need a place to crash. Please Kev I have no where to go."
Now normally when someone has an ex come back into their life like Sam was doing they would 'normally' slam said door in their ex's face. Doubly so if the breakup was bad.
There's a reason why people do it.
But in my case the breakup wasn't entirely bad. Sure it sucked when it happened but that was almost seven years ago.
I've kind of gotten over it and we sort of stayed in touch since she left me.
Before the breakup we were high school sweethearts and eventually sweethearts in college.
I thought she was my forever girl as we did everything together but one fateful day we ran into a talent scout who had interest in Sam.
And why wouldn't the scout be interested in Sam. She was gorgeous.
Sam stood 5'4", but I've already said that. She had nice long brown hair with adoring light green eyes. At the time she was petite weighing in at maybe 120lbs with fair curves and fun assets.
The scout got her some photo shoots that she fell in love with.
So much so she dropped out of school and ran off to the east coast to chase down an opportunity to become a star.
That was nearly seven years ago.
I stood there still semi shocked she was standing in front of me shivering.
Sam spoke still shivering, "Kev?"
I blinked, "Oh sorry."