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The idea that I have to live under one roof with Nathan feels so weird. How am I supposed to handle him? I feel like each day I'm going to wake up to a different prank. Despite stating in the contract that he has to be loyal, I have a feeling that one day I’m going to find a woman walking around in her underwear.
“Welcome home, Linnea.” He opened the large black door and I step inside first. He has such a fine taste. “I have a housekeeper here. Her name is Carole, but I gave her a few days off since we are supposedly going on our honeymoon. She comes daily at seven-thirty and leaves around six. I usually give her the weekends off,” he tells me.
Yeah, we are not going on a honeymoon. The two of us agreed on that. I thought Nathan would have a housekeeper living with him in the same place, but I guess he loves privacy. At least there’s something we both agree on.
I wonder how old Carole is. Is she a girl in her twenties or even early thirties? Does he mak
Sara Islam How do you think their life will be together? Published on December 5th, 2021
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