7

I take back my word, Mom hates me.

I was staring at Noah as he was dragging his luggage into the living room.

“Where do I put my luggage?” He asked.

“Lillian will show you your room” I said while pointing to my cook, Lillian who immediately took his bags and lead him upstairs.

I took out my phone and dial mom’s number.

“Are you being serious right now?” I asked her once she picks up her phone.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

“Of all the people in this world that I could have had as a room mate, you chose Uncle Johnson’s son Noah” I said and she hissed.

“With the stupid stunt you gave at the dinner and making me lose a billion dollar deal, that’s the least way I could get you punished knowing how much you hate his guts since you were kids” Mom said.

I don’t even remember knowing him.

“He can’t live here” I said.

“He can and he will” She said.

“And I will appreciate if you stop disturbing me” She said before hanging up on me.

“Is everything alright?” A voice said and I turn aro