MasukHis hand pressed against the wall beside my head, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re blushing again, professor,” Ace whispered, his voice low, sinful. I swallowed, trying to steady myself, but my body betrayed me, arching towards him, aching for more. “You’re too close,” I managed, my voice unsteady. He smirked, brushing his lips over my jaw, slow and deliberate. “Then tell me to stop.” I should have. God, I should have... Instead, I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him to me. His mouth crashed over mine, hungry and rough, and the world outside his disappeared. I thought living with him would be the worst decision of my life. Turns out, it might be the hottest. -- -- -- I needed a roommate. What I got was Ace, tattooed, arrogant, and infuriatingly gorgeous. He breezed into my apartment like he owned it, with that cocky smile and a body that makes focusing on my studies nearly impossible. The walls are thin. Too thin. Every night, I hear things I shouldn’t. And worse… I start fantasizing about things I shouldn't. I tell myself that he’s a distraction I can’t afford but when he offers to tutor me in things that have nothing to do with textbooks, I’m not sure I can resist. One touch. One kiss. One lesson I’ll never forget. Living with Ace was meant to be temporary. Falling for him? That was never part of the plan.
Lihat lebih banyakAce’s POVThe door opened barely twenty minutes later.Emma stepped outside in jeans and a plain black top and sneakers that looked like they had survived several emotional breakdowns.I looked at her and then looked at the door and then looked back at her.“That is what you are wearing.”“Yes,” she said. “Why.”I nodded slowly. “Okay then.”Her eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?”“It means I already knew your outfit was going to be a disaster so I planned ahead.”She crossed her arms. “What are you talking about?”I opened the backseat of my car and grabbed the shopping bag. “I bought you a dress.”Her mouth fell open. “You did what?”“Relax,” I said. “It is for tonight.”“I did not ask you to do that.”“I know.”“I am not wearing something one of your skanks wore.”I raised an eyebrow. I pulled the dress out of the bag and held it up. “ It's brand new. Still has the tag. No one has ever worn it. Not even the store mannequin and I did not trust her anyway.”She stared at
Emma’s POVI didn't leave my room the rest of the night.Not because I was scared of Ace, but because I was angry at myself for how much the whole thing had bothered me.I didn't know whether to thank the barely clad girl, whose dress was held together by hopes. Or hate her for making me leave my delicious ice cream on the couch.The next morning the apartment was unusually quiet, no sign of the girl from the night before, just the hum of the fridge and the rain tapping softly against the windows. I made coffee, set up my laptop at the kitchen table, and tried to lose myself in my presentation, but my focus kept drifting to the closed door across the hall.He finally came out around noon, shirtless again, hair still messy, looking far too awake for someone who had a late night–not that I was up listening to them or anything.“Morning, Professor.”“It’s afternoon.”“Time is a social construct,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.I didn’t look up. “If you’re planning
Ace’s POVShe chose walking in the rain over getting into my car.That alone should’ve annoyed me, but instead I found myself idling behind her in my car, headlights off, keeping just enough distance so she wouldn’t notice.It was late, and Moreland wasn’t exactly the safest neighborhood at night.She didn’t need to know I was behind her, but the idea of leaving her to stumble back alone in a storm didn’t sit right.Emma Kingston. My roommate. The girl who looked at me like I was the plague, and she was conjuring ways to take me out of existence.I hadn’t expected a girl when the landlord told me I’d have a new roommate. And definitely not one who had no idea who I was.That first day, when I thought she was just another clinger trying to find her way into my apartment, I slammed the door without a second thought. Now, I kind of wished I hadn’t.She was timid in some ways—soft-spoken, all shy smiles when someone like Dante Williams showed up—but damn, she was fierce when it came to me
Emma’s POVLiving with Ace Fallon was like starring in a prank war I hadn’t signed up for.I Finally stumbled on the house lease agreement.Within a week, I’d lost count of how many girls I’d seen stumbling out of his bedroom in the morning.Blond, brunette, redhead—Ace didn’t discriminate. They left in wrinkled clothes, barely struggling to pull their heels on, giggling as they squeezed past me on their walk of shame.“Do you mind?” I snapped one morning when a particularly loud blonde tripped over my bag in the living room.Ace leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping orange juice like he owned the place. “Don’t look at me. She’s clumsy.”I slammed the door on my way out.My retaliation started small. I swapped his expensive coffee beans for decaf. Hide batteries from the TV remote. Turned the shower faucet to cold right before his morning rinse.The scream that followed? Best alarm clock of my life.Of course, Ace caught on. He retaliated by stealing my notes and perching them j






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