Luke tossed and turned. He'd adjusted the air conditioning twice already and got a glass of water. He'd relieved himself and tried moving from his bed to the couch. Nothing was working. He couldn't sleep. All he could think about was Tate and how he'd broken up his plans with Lexy.
If he had to live next to that annoying man for long, he'd end up killing him. He might as well contact his manager now and ask him to start looking for a new place to live. Maybe he'd trade in the apartment for a house with a high privacy fence in a gated neighborhood with high standards. Then again, if the standards were too high, then he'd likely offend someone himself. He didn't like living up to the standards of others, especially at home.
