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35 - I ALREADY PAID FOR IT
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The Roomie Complex 36 - AN INVITATION
Cheryl"Wait—what?!"My voice came out sharp, my eyes snapping up to meet Damon’s, searching his face like maybe—just maybe—I had misheard him.He looked utterly unbothered. Like he had just told me he picked up my dry cleaning instead of dropping thousands of dollars on a house."You heard me," he said smoothly, hands slipping into his pockets, his stance too damn relaxed. "I already paid for it."I let out a short, breathy laugh, running a hand through my hair. "You’re joking, right? This is a joke?"Damon tilted his head, watching me with that unreadable expression of his."Do I look like I’m joking?"I took a step back, shaking my head. "Damon, no. No. I told you—I can’t let you pay for this. We talked about this.""And I heard you," he said, his voice calm in contrast to the mini panic attack rising in my chest. "I just decided I didn’t care.""You didn’t—" I stopped myself, pressing my fingers to my temples. "Damon, this is insane. This isn’t just a new phone or a fancy dinner.
最終更新日 : 2025-02-14The Roomie Complex 37 - BAKING SODA
CHERYLMoving day. The day I was finally supposed to pack up my life and start over.I should be excited.I should be jumping for joy.Instead? I was standing in the middle of the hallway, dressed in the absolute worst color choice for a move-in day—white.A white sweater. Sweatpants. What was I thinking?Too late to change now. The movers were already outside, lugging my stuff into the van, while Damon stood by, making sure everything was moving smoothly. Like the bossy, take-charge man that he was.He looked ridiculously sexy in all black, but that wasn’t where my mind was.My mind was stuck upstairs.With him.Aiden.The man I had spent years hating.The same man who had somehow, some way, managed to wedge himself into my head like an unsolvable riddle.We had spoken earlier that morning—if I could even call it that.A muttered “good morning” from him.A reminder from me about the party later that evening.And then—he vanished.Into his room. Into his thoughts. Into the awkward, su
最終更新日 : 2025-02-20The Roomie Complex 38 - LIGHTS OUT
CHERYLI smiled. I nodded. I accepted congratulations from people I had never met in my life, people who were in my house—a house that wasn’t even mine.Damon introduced me to everyone like I belonged here, like this was some grand milestone in my life worth celebrating. But the truth?I felt like a stranger.I wasn’t even sure what I was doing here.The drink in my hand was growing warm, the ice melting into something tasteless. I had been nursing it for what felt like hours, using it as a prop—something to keep my hands busy, something to give me an excuse to retreat when the conversation became too much.And yet, my mind was elsewhere.On the door.On the one person I hadn’t seen yet.I told myself I wasn’t looking for him.That I wasn’t waiting for him.That I didn’t care whether he showed up or not.But every time that damn door swung open, my breath hitched—only to deflate when it wasn’t him.Aiden wasn’t coming.Of course, he wasn’t.Why had I even thought—why had I even hoped—
最終更新日 : 2025-02-21The Roomie Complex 39 - TENSION
CHERYLHis lips were fire.Wild. Unrelenting. Desperate.Aiden kissed me like he was making up for every second we had spent not kissing. Like he had been starving for this moment. For me.And God help me—I kissed him back.I melted into him, my fingers fisting into his shirt, pulling him closer because I couldn’t help myself. His hands—cold against my burning skin—brushed against my waist, sending shivers down my spine even as his mouth stole every ounce of oxygen from my lungs.I was floating.Butterflies exploded in my stomach, my heart raced, and my mind—my very sanity—spiraled out of control.This was bad.So, so bad.But damn it, it felt so good.Aiden deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing against mine, his fingers sliding up my arm, branding me with his touch—And then—The lights came back on.A gasp.A collective horrified silence.I jerked away from Aiden, my chest heaving, my lips still tingling from the intensity of that kiss.And then I saw them.The entire party.Staring
最終更新日 : 2025-02-22The Roomie Complex 40 - AFTERMATH OF A FIST FIGHT
Aiden’s POV –Damon groaned on the ground, holding his face where I’d just landed my last punch. Blood trickled from his split lip, a red stain against his otherwise perfect, well-groomed exterior.I should have felt satisfied. I should have walked away knowing I’d put him in his place. But all I could see—all I could think about—was Cheryl.She stood a few feet away, stunned, breathless, trembling. The dim lights from the house behind her cast a soft glow on her face, making her look almost ethereal—except for the panic in her wide eyes. Her white sweater was slightly disheveled from struggling against Damon. The sight made my blood burn all over again.I turned to her immediately. “Are you okay?”Her lips parted, like she wanted to say something, but no words came. She just nodded. A weak, unsure nod.I didn’t believe it.I couldn’t believe it—not after the way Damon had grabbed her.I wanted to hit him again. Wanted to break every bone in his fucking body for putting his hands on h
最終更新日 : 2025-02-26The Roomie Complex 41 - DAMON'S PART
Damon’s POV I paced along the edge of the backyard, my blood still boiling with rage.Cheryl.Aiden.Together.The image of them kissing on the balcony played over and over in my head like a sick fucking joke.In my house.At my party.With the guy she swore meant nothing.I shouldn’t be surprised.I saw it. I saw the way she looked at him when she thought no one was watching. I saw the way her body reacted to him.I saw it all.And I ignored it.Because I thought… I thought if I just gave her more, did more, loved her more—that she’d eventually love me back.But she never did.I clenched my fists, my knuckles aching from the punches I had thrown at Aiden. Not enough. I should’ve hit him harder. I should’ve made him bleed for taking her away from me.The sound of footsteps made me turn sharply.Cheryl.She stood there, her arms wrapped around herself, her face pale in the dim glow of the garden lights.“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice soft.I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “You’re so
最終更新日 : 2025-03-01The Roomie Complex 42 - ANOTHER ACCIDENT
Chapter – Cheryl’s POVThe night air was thick with the scent of spilled liquor and expensive cologne. Laughter and muffled conversations buzzed inside the house I was walking away from, but the sound felt distant, like it belonged to another world—one I no longer fit into.My heels clicked against the pavement as I reached my car, my breath uneven, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the keys.I had to leave.Not just the party. This house. This life. Everything.I thought I could handle it, that I was stronger now, that high school was nothing more than a bitter memory I’d long buried. But standing there between Aiden and Damon, my past had clawed its way back, dragging me under.It wasn’t just about Damon’s betrayal or Aiden’s confession. It was about who I had been, who they had made me feel like I was.The girl who was mocked.The girl who was humiliated.The girl who never fit in.And now?I was standing in the middle of a twisted fairytale where the prince and the villain kept
最終更新日 : 2025-03-02The Roomie Complex 43 - 911
Aiden’s POVThe second I heard Cheryl’s sharp gasp through the phone, my entire body locked up.Then came the sickening sound of metal screeching, glass shattering, and tires skidding against pavement.A crash.A full-blown car crash.“Cheryl?” My voice came out sharp, urgent. “Cheryl, what the fuck just happened?”Silence.A deep, ringing silence that made my stomach drop.I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, straining to hear anything—her breathing, her voice, anything—but all I could pick up was the distant click click click of a cooling engine.No. No, no, NO.“Cheryl!” I barked, my heart hammering.Then—finally—a faint, ragged breath.“...Aiden.”It was barely a whisper, weak and strained, but it was there.I exhaled sharply, gripping the phone tighter. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m right here. Are you hurt? Can you move?”Another pause. A slight rustling sound. Then—a pained whimper.Shit.“I—” Her voice hitched. “I don’t know. It hurts.”My pulse spiked. “Where are you?”“I
最終更新日 : 2025-03-06
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The Roomie Complex 70 - NOT HOLDING BACK
CHERYLI hadn’t laughed like that in a while.Not the polite kind of laughter, This was different. It was real. The kind that made my cheeks warm and brought tears to my eyes. The kind I used to have back when life was simpler and happiness didn’t feel like some expensive thing you had to earn with heartbreak.Oliver Barker.I couldn’t believe I’d run into him—here of all places, looking like he had just stepped out of some casual fashion catalog: dark jeans, a grey henley that clung to his arms in a way that hinted he’d been doing more than reading books lately, and that same untamed hair, a little longer now, brushing his forehead like it had a mind of its own. There was still something reserved about him—like he existed a beat away from the world—but that was part of the charm.I remembered him instantly.Back in high school, he was the quiet one in science class who always got the formulas right, the typ who wrote the answers with a bored flick of his wrist while everyone else scr
The Roomie Complex 69 - OLIVER BARKER
CHERYL“Oliver,” I repeated, like tasting a name I hadn’t spoken in years. “Is it really you?”His smile deepened, soft and unreadable, like he was trying to decide if I was real too. He looked the same, and yet completely different. The boy I remembered had worn oversized glasses and carried too many books for one person. Now, he stood tall and self-assured, the years having carved definition into his jaw and stillness into his presence. There was something easy in the way he looked at me, casual—but veiled. Like he knew more than he let on.“I didn’t think I’d ever run into you here,” he said, stepping closer beneath the café’s warm glow. “It’s been… what? how many years?”I laughed softly. “More or less. You look good.”He glanced down at himself with mock curiosity. “I clean up better without the braces and the broken voice, huh?”“Definitely an upgrade,” I teased, a grin tugging at my lips before I could stop it.His eyes twinkled. “You haven’t changed much, Cheryl - you still lo
The Roomie Complex 68 - OLIVER?
CHERYLMy heart slammed against my ribs so loudly I could hear it—like it was trying to speak before I could.Aiden’s voice still rang in my ears, soft but firm. “Come with me. I'll explain everything, I'll tell you everything.”And then Damon’s—darker, lower. “Don’t move.”I stood between them like the axis of some cruel universe, their opposing gravities tugging at my ribs. The silence that fell wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind that howled beneath your skin. The kind you find just before a car crashes or a gun fires.My feet didn’t move. But everything inside me did.Aiden was looking at me like I was salvation, or maybe a last chance. And Damon? Damon’s face was unreadable—except for his eyes. His eyes were sharp and cold, yet… pleading.That was the worst part. Damon never pleaded.My gaze dropped to his chest, to the white bandage stark against his olive skin, to the dried blood that clung stubbornly to the edge of his open shirt.I did that. I shot him.He should hate me. But in
The Roomie Complex 67 - TORN
AIDENI should’ve known the address Damon sent wasn’t neutral ground. I mean I did recognise the address but I didn't think she'd be there too.The moment I stepped into the sleek, modern living room, the temperature dropped ten degrees. Not because of the air-conditioning, but because of her—Cheryl, sitting on one of those black leather chairs like she belonged there, and Damon, standing behind her with that arrogant smirk and a half-drunk glass of whiskey in his hand.The sight stopped me mid-step.I hadn’t prepared for this—hadn’t prepared to see her again in his space. The last time I’d seen her, she was shaking, holding a gun, her hands stained with fear and guilt. And now? Now she looked too calm, too collected, like she hadn’t just watched me disappear into the shadows of chaos.But what got me the most… was that she didn’t look surprised, maybe she did, I wasn't particularly looking at her. I was staring daggers into Damon's eyes“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said,
The Roomie Complex 66 - LION'S DEN
CHERYL'S POVThe sky hung heavy and gray above me as I drove, casting the entire town in a muted haze. It was the kind of weather that whispered secrets and warned of storms—fitting for the place I was heading. Damon’s house. Or, more accurately, the house Damon bought for me. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I turned onto the long, winding driveway. The structure loomed into view like a forgotten secret—modern, cold, and elegant. It hadn’t changed. White concrete walls, dark paneling, glass edges that reflected the world but let no one in. It was still as breathtaking and lonely as the man who owned it.I parked and stepped out slowly, gravel crunching underfoot. The keypad beside the tall black door blinked awake as I approached. I didn’t hesitate—my fingers moved by memory, punching in the code he had set using my birthday. There was a soft click, and then the door opened with a sigh, as if the house had been holding its breath all this time.Silence met me inside.Thick
The Roomie Complex 65 - SICK IDEA
Cheryl’s POVI stared at the phone on my dresser for longer than I should have, the contact name glowing like it knew too much — like it was mocking me.Damon.I didn't even know what I wanted to say. What did you say to a man you shot? To a man you might've killed — who might still be bleeding out in some forgotten room?Still, my fingers moved on their own, like muscle memory. I tapped the call button before I could talk myself out of it. I held my breath as the dial tone started.Once.Twice.Three times.He’s not going to pick up, I told myself. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe—Click.His voice, low and gruff, filled my ears like smoke curling under a door."What a pleasant surprise," he said.I froze. My throat clenched, mouth suddenly dry."...You're okay," I managed. My voice sounded far away, like someone else had spoken for me."For the most part," he said, and I could almost hear the smirk beneath his words. "But my heart is still broken. Wasn’t expecting the woman I’m in
The Roomie Complex 64 - RIFT
Cheryl’s POVThe morning light streamed through the pale curtains, brushing my room in gold, but it only made the pounding guilt in my head stronger.I sat up slowly, rubbing my arms, feeling the faint bruises of last night's chaos beneath my skin. It was almost absurd how normal everything looked. The smell of bacon frying downstairs, the creak of the old wood floors in my aunt’s house, the chirping of birds outside.But inside me?Nothing felt normal.Every time I closed my eyes, the gunshot echoed in my brain — loud, sharp, deadly. My fingers twitched at the memory, and I recoiled, wrapping my arms around my knees like they could somehow hold me together.I had shot someone.Not just anyone. Damon.I hadn't meant to — God, I hadn't meant to. It was instinct, pure reflex. I had seen the gun pressed to Aiden’s head and I hadn’t thought — I had acted.Like some wild animal, desperate to protect.But the more I thought about it… the more I realized the sinking truth:I wasn’t sure I ha
The Roomie Complex 63 - THE CONFESSION
Cheryl’s POVThe moment I felt his arms wrap around me, I thought everything would be okay. For a single, fleeting second, the chaos quieted. But then I looked down. My eyes found Damon’s body lying limp on the cold, cracked earth, blood blooming beneath him like ink spilled from a broken pen.That’s when it hit me.I had shot someone.I had taken a life. Maybe not completely yet, but I could see the way his chest rose in stuttered breaths, each one weaker than the last. His blood... his blood was on me.I stepped out of Aiden’s embrace like I was in a daze, my body numb, the gun suddenly burning hot in my hands. I dropped it. It clattered to the ground like it had fulfilled its purpose.“We need to call someone,” I breathed. “911. We have to call for help.”Aiden’s voice was firm but low. “We need to get the hell out of here, Cheryl. Now. Before Alejandro realizes what’s happening.”“No!” I snapped, shaking my head. My voice cracked. “No, we can’t just leave him like that. I shot him
The Roomie Complex 62 - THE ESCAPE
Damon’s POVHe always knew it would come to this.The moment he saw Cheryl for the first time — in that slinky red dress at that bar, soft curls falling over her shoulders like poetry in motion — he knew he'd never stand a chance. Not when Aiden was involved. Aiden always got what he wanted, he looked like a guy that got everything he wanted. The girls. The glory. The forgiveness. Even after everything.But not this time.Not anymore.Damon lit a cigarette and took a long drag, leaning against the black Impala parked under the sickly orange glow of a dying streetlamp. The road out here was cracked, half-swallowed by overgrown weeds. The silence of the place clawed at the back of his neck, broken only by the distant echo of a rusted windmill creaking with each breeze.The warehouse ahead of him stood like a tomb — abandoned, graffitied, the scent of oil and mildew bleeding from its rusted frame. It used to be a car assembly plant, once. Now, it was the kind of place nightmares came to
