The Old Apartment

Using the marked buttons on the center console, I drove out of the garage and through the front gate. I put my address into the onboard GPS, I had no clue where I was which made me wonder how I got here last night. Did I find Ms. Devi’s address online, or was it this possibly magic ring? I was starting to doubt it all.

Hot damn, Ms. Devi’s car had all sorts of crazy features. Heated seats, a ridiculous sound system, was that a wireless charging pad? I should’ve just brought my phone instead of plugging it in back at her house, or rather my house. That would still take some getting used to.

As I approached my apartment, I noticed a long line of men. I wondered what they could be waiting for. Oooh, maybe that new bakery was open. I had been waiting weeks for that to open up. It’s a shame I was moving out of the neighborhood right as it was finally opening. I would need to remember to come check it out, but I’m not waiting in that line today. I started daydreaming about cookies and cupcakes, which just led to fantasies about Ms. Devi in her apron. Mmm, my flour handprints on her sweet brown ass. Hot damn, I needed to make this quick so I can get back.

Luckily I found a parking spot near the door which will make loading my plants easier. The elevator doors opened on my floor. A couple of men were waiting in the hallway, they were carrying a mattress. I slid past them clearing out of their way. WAIT! Was that my bed? “Hold up guys.” They stop halfway in the elevator giving me a strange look. “Is that my bed?”

“Depends you live in 4D?” the one guy asked leaning against what I now knew was my bed.

“Um, yea,” I said curious on what was going on. Was this a ring thing again? Did I magic these guys into moving my bed? Or maybe I used Ms. Devi’s card to buy a new mattress?

“Well, the other lady told us to bring her bed in and take this one out,” the other guy said.

“The other lady?”

“The gal who paid us. She said she was moving in, and wanted her bed in the bedroom. If you got a problem with it, you should go talk to her,” he said before lifting the mattress. The elevator doors closed and my bed was gone. I guessed I didn’t really need it any more, the bed I woke up in was huge. But the bigger question was who was moving into my apartment.

I slowly crept into my own apartment. This morning had me expecting all sorts of crazy things around the corners. A CEO and a pair of elves set a high bar for what to expect. Was I going to find a mermaid installing a big tub? Or maybe that barista with the face piercings? Hot damn, if it was Rachel McAdams I might have dropped dead.

I rounded the corner, “Hey, Bobs.” Oh the relief, it was just Haley. “Wow, love the new hair!”

“Um, thanks,” I said reflexively grabbing a lock of bubblegum. “What’s, um, going on Hales?” The two guys had said ‘the other lady’ was moving in, but there was no way Haley would give up her place. Plus she hated my neighborhood.

“Just moving in like we talked about last night,” she said while cutting open a box on the counter. Last night. . . so this was magic ring related. Magic was the only explanation for Haley agreeing to move into my apartment. My one bedroom apartment. . . my mind started filling with images of Haley and me sharing a bed, cuddled up late at night, gently kissing each other’s bodies. Hot damn, it’s been a horny morning.

I tried to push the erotic thoughts about my best friend from my mind. “Um, so I might actually be moving out.”

She drops the handful of spatulas back into the box, “Are you serious? You ask me to move in, I spend all night packing, hire movers, and now you tell me you’re moving out? Come on Bobbi, what’s the deal?” She stood in my kitchen looking peeved about the new development.

I stared at her, trying my hardest not to get caught looking at her chest. What do I tell her? Ah, what the hell? Let’s go with the truth, “I think I found a magic ring.”

“A magic ring? Really, come on like I’m going to believe magic. If you didn’t want me to move in why did you even ask?” she was now grabbing things from the cupboard, throwing them back into the box.

Was she crying? I moved in close, pulling her in for a hug. “Hey, of course I want you to live with me. You’re my best friend. I really am moving out, and you should come with me.”

“You mean it?” she asked looking me in the eyes. I was so tempted to kiss her right then and there. I just nodded. “You had me worried,” she sunk back into our hug, “So where is this new place? Hopefully in a better neighborhood.”

“It’s actually Ms. Devi’s house.”

She broke our embrace, wiping the last of her tears away. “Like the CEO at Hare? How’d you score that? Ew, did you sleep with that old bag?”

“Yes, magic, and yes,” I answered giving her a wink.

She started laughing, “Funny, but really what’s the deal?”

“I’m serious. I am like 90-95% sure this ring is magic,” I said pointing at the silver on my hand in the sling. “I know it sounds crazy, but just come with me and I can show you. I made Ms. Devi young and if I may hot as hell. And I think I turned a couple women into elves.” She gave me an odd look, damn it why didn’t I bring any proof? Wait, I did. “Plus look at my ta-tas,” I said pushing my chest out at her. She checked me out, my arousal spiked again as I felt her eyes glancing over my body.

“You’re serious aren’t you?” she said. I just nodded, letting her continue to process all of it. “Well, don’t use it on me, okay?”

I gulped, nervous as I was pretty sure that the moving in business was already the ring’s magic at work, “Of course, Hales. I wouldn’t want to change you.”

“Good, cause I’m perfect,” she laughed with a wink. “Ugh, I’m already half moved in though,” she said, looking at the boxes laying around the apartment.

The two movers walked in with another load of boxes, “Hey, sorry to be a bother but would it be possible to get everything moved to a different place?”

“You serious lady?” he said setting down the newest load.

I reached into my bag, holding Ms. Devi’s black card out I said, “Yea, and maybe pack up all of my stuff? I promise to tip big.”

He stared for a second, “It better be a big ass tip. You heard the lady, Joe! Everything back on the truck. Where’s the new drop off?”

I stopped for a second, “I will need to go get the address off the GPS. Haley, you want to help me grab my plants?”

Haley and I carried my plants outside loading them into the back of the SUV. While I was down there, I checked the GPS location labeled ‘home.’ With my new address handed off to the movers and the last of my plants loaded into the car, it was time to return to my new home.

“Damn Bobs, you scored quite the sugar mama, huh?” she said laughing, obviously still imagining the much older CEO.

“Wait till you see the house,” I said, pulling out of the parking spot.