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The Roomie Complex 89 - THE CONDITION
Cheryl's POVI couldn’t sleep.The room was too quiet, too neat. Everything in this wing of the mansion felt curated, like a showroom made to look like a life had once happened there — but never really had. The sheets smelled like lavender and starch. The curtains moved slightly with the wind even though the windows were sealed shut. It felt… sterile. Like a hospital ward for the rich and emotionally repressed.I turned onto my side, the silk sheets whispering against my skin, and stared out at the dark windowpane. My reflection was faint. Half a face, blurred in shadows. I hadn’t turned the lights off completely — just a bedside lamp glowing gold beside the untouched book I’d lied to myself about reading.Sabrina’s words still echoed in my head.“Oliver hasn’t made a choice. He’s made a mistake.”And for a moment, I almost believed her.I didn’t belong here — not in this polished marble world, not in this house filled with tight smiles and tighter secrets. Not beside a man like Olive
The Roomie Complex 88 - DEAR SISTER IN LAW
Cheryl's POVI knew I shouldn’t be nervous.But as the car pulled into the long stone driveway, I felt that familiar flutter in my stomach — like I was stepping onto a stage I hadn’t rehearsed for. The house loomed ahead, tall and elegant and cold, just like the people who lived in it. Or at least, one of them.I wasn’t afraid of grand houses. I’d lived in one before — with Marty. But even at his worst, that house had felt warmer than this one. This one felt like a museum. Like you weren’t supposed to touch anything. Like your existence was a favor, not a right.I stepped out of the car, carrying my suitcase in one hand, my phone in the other. I had texted Oliver ten minutes ago, telling him I’d arrived. No reply yet.The door was already opening before I could ring the bell.Of course it was her.Sabrina.Her posture was stiff, arms crossed over a pristine beige knit top, the kind of shade that only stayed that clean when you didn’t do anything real with your day. Her hair was pulle
The Roomie Complex 87 - RIGHT?
Cheryl's POVI slammed Aiden’s door harder than I should’ve. I didn’t even care if I woke the neighbors or dented the wood. I needed the exit to feel final. Loud. Concrete.I was still naked under his sheets five minutes before, and now I was dragging myself into the daylight, holding my dignity together like a patchwork quilt. My fingers trembled as I unlocked my car, like my body hadn’t quite caught up to the decision my mouth made. I’m going to marry Oliver. The words still echoed in my skull like they belonged to someone else. Some cruel, braver version of me.I drove straight to my aunt’s house. She wasn’t home, thankfully. The last thing I needed was her questions or raised brows or probing voice asking me what I’d been doing all night dressed like a ghost of myself. I walked past the living room mirror and caught a glimpse of my reflection — mascara slightly smeared, lips red and swollen, like evidence of something that never should’ve happened.I stripped and stepped into the
The Roomie Complex 86 - CHOOSING OLIVER
CHERYL’S POVFLASHBACK - LUNCH DATE WITH OLIVERThe clinking of cutlery had never sounded louder.We were seated at Celeste, the kind of upscale restaurant people posted on Instagram but rarely actually enjoyed, that same afternoon I returned Aiden's gift, I remember being all flustered about meeting Aiden again.I tried to push it down,Tried to smile, make conversation, laugh at Oliver's half-hearted jokes. He noticed. Of course he did. Oliver wasn’t stupid. He stirred his iced tea, eyes flicking to me with a mix of concern and something else—disappointment, maybe?"You're quiet today," he finally said.I looked up, feigning surprise. "I'm okay."He nodded slowly, though I could tell he didn’t believe me. The silence between us dragged. I hated it. I hated feeling like a traitor when I hadn’t technically done anything wrong. But even thinking about Aiden, his mouth on mine, the heat, the tension, made me feel like I was standing on broken glass."Cheryl," Oliver said, setting his
The Roomie Complex 85 - CHASING CHERYL
AIDEN'S POVShe ran.And I didn’t chase her.Not at first.I stood there, frozen, caught in the stillness that followed the crash of broken glass and the chaos it left behind. My hands clenched the banister, my heart beating too fast, too loud. The weight of what I’d just witnessed pressed down on my chest, but still—I didn’t move.Not even when Oliver turned.He looked like a man still searching for a dream he didn’t realize had already slipped through his fingers. His hopeful expression from moments ago had twisted into confusion. Panic. He looked over the crowd, scanning for her, searching the shadows.But Cheryl was gone.And then his eyes found me.We stared at each other across the space that separated us, a flight of stairs and a mountain of unspoken truths between us. His expression morphed again—confusion sharpening into realization. Anger. Betrayal. Pieces of his heart floated in those dark eyes, sharp and jagged, and they were aimed directly at me.But I didn’t flinch.I di
The Roomie Complex 84 - THE RING
Cheryl’s POVThe kiss was dangerous.It was deep and slow, the kind that didn’t ask permission, the kind that knew it already had me. His mouth moved over mine like he had something to prove, like he was staking a claim he’d never truly let go of. His hand gripped the back of my neck, fingers tangled in my hair, and his other arm curled tightly around my waist. It should have felt wrong—immoral, reckless, maybe even pathetic.But I kissed him back.God help me, I kissed him like he was oxygen and I was seconds from suffocating. Like I was trying to feel something, anything, that would pull me out of the numb spiral I’d been trapped in for weeks. My head was spinning, my heart a mess of thunder and heat and grief. It was all too familair, this very moment - I have lived it before and it's still an excruciating pleasure.And then—Click.The lights came on.A gasp.A masculine gasp.I opened my eyes. Slowly. Like I already knew what I was about to see and didn’t want the confirmation.H
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