Chapter 1

Alexia's POV.

I groaned and flexed my stiff neck a little. I totally outdid myself, I made enough cookies to feed the whole of New York City. I placed my hands on my hips and stared at the trays of cookies on the kitchen counter.

"What am I going to do with you?" I grumbled.

I was pretty hurt and mad at myself when Liam left and baking as always been an outlet for me. Whenever I get stressed or angry I bake or I write but in this case I really didn't want to write my book when my feelings were on overdrive, so I started baking and I got carried away.

I snapped out of it when I heard the loud shrill of my phone. I rolled my eyes when I saw the caller ID.

It was my mum.

"Hi Mum." I greeted.

"What are you doing? Are you settled in? Have you locked your doors and..."

"Goodness Mum, I am not a baby anymore." I told her.

She sighed "I'm sorry. I can't help but worry about you." She said.

"I will be fine Mum. It is not like I am living in some ghetto." I told her.

"Okay okay. Have you finished unpacking? Did you give out cookies to your neighbors? I told you to bake some and give to your neighbors so you can build..." I tuned her out at that.

My mum is a little overbearing but hey I am not complaining right now because she has given me a solution to my little cookies problem.

"Alexia? Are you even listening to me?" She asked.

"Sorry Mum, I kinda zoned out." I apologized.

"I understand. You must be really tired, I will let you go now. Don't forget to lock the doors and..."

"I know the drills Mum. Stop stressing already." I interrupted her.

"Okay then. Goodnight and don't forget to give out those cookies." She said.

"Goodnight Mum." I replied and hung up.

I dropped the phone on the counter and placed my hands on my hips.

I grabbed two trays that was filled with cookies and walked out of my apartment. I walked to the next apartment. The lights were on so it was obvious that the person staying there is in.

I balanced the trays on one hand and knocked on the door.

No reply.

I knocked again but I got the same result. I was going to knock again when the door opened all of sudden, scaring the hell out of me.

I was going to snap at the person that opened the door but the words got stuck in my throat when I saw the most beautiful man I have ever set my eyes on.

He has broad shoulders that was practically filling the entrance and he has six packs...wait a minute, those are more than six.

Damn!

My eyes moved on it's own accord down his body. He was wearing a worn out jeans and the damn jeans was riding dangerously low on his waist making that "V line" that girls always drool over obvious.

I am practically drooling.

My eyes moved back up and stopped at his face.

God definitely took his time creating this one. His jawline is perfectly carved and sharp and his lips are plump and pink and they were practically begging to be kissed.

I would kiss those lips anytime.

My eyes moved and I locked eye with him. I staggered a little at how sharp his gaze was.

Remember when I said Liam's eyes were dark and it almost felt like he could see through me?

Well this one is on a different level, his gaze is nothing like Liam's. His gaze is pretty intense and sharp and alluring and I know damn well that he could see everything going on in my head.

"Are you done ogling? Cause I need you to get the fuck out of my way and stop disturbing my peace." He snapped.

I snapped out of my trance and I could feel my cheeks warm up at the fact that I was infact guilty of ogling him.

But you can't blame me...you will gobble him if you were me.

"So...sorry, I.." I stuttered.

"What do you want? I have better things to do and you are keeping me away from them." He blurted.

"Umm...I wanted to.." I started extending the tray of cookies that somehow managed to sit well on my hand.

"I am not buying cookies. Thank you." He said and practically slammed the door in my face.

Okay,hold up.

What the hell just happened?

He thought I was a cookie seller and he slammed the door in my face.

Before I could even process what I was about to do, I knocked on his door again.

This time the door opened immediately. He looked like he was ready to kill me.

"Listen, stop..." I interrupted him.

"Will you at least let me talk before you bite my head off?" I asked.

"Fine." He said dismissively.

I managed not to scoff.

"I just moved in next door and I happened to bake a lot cookies...more than a lot actually. So here..."I extended the trays to him.

"I brought you some...consider it some kind of housewarming gift." I said but he just stared at the tray and then he stared at my face with a quizzical look.

"Don't worry. It is not poisoned." I reassured him.

He looked as if he was going through some inner battle with himself but he eventually took the tray from me.

"Thanks for these." He said and a side of his lips lifted a little.

He didn't actually smile but it was pretty close to a smile.

"You are welcome and the name is Alexia." I said but he only hummed and answer while stuffing a cookies in his mouth.

"Thanks for these Alexia." He said and closed the door behind him.

It took me a while to process the fact that he infact closed the door to my face again. I was still busy swooning over the way he pronounced my name.

I would love to hear him say my name over and over again, preferably in bed when we are busy going down and dirty.

I shuddered at the thought and mentally slapped myself.

What the fuck are you doing fantasying over a guy you just met?

I snapped out of it and walked to my apartment slamming the door behind me.

I need to get my head checked.