Semua Bab Tutoring Sessions with Ace: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Emma’s POV The first thing I noticed about the Moreland Apartments was the noise. Someone’s bass rattled the thin walls on the third floor, and the elevator smelled faintly of pizza and weed.Welcome to off-campus living, I guess.Dragging my suitcase down the hall, I kept repeating the one rule they’d drilled into my ears at the leasing office: no fighting with your roommate.That was it. No curfew, no quiet hours, no dress code. Just no fighting. Which immediately told me I’d probably get stuck with someone impossible.I was okay with the rule though. My last roommate gave me hell.She kept stealing my food and acted like I was crazy. Anyways, that’s in the past.I balanced my boxes on my hip and searched for number 3B. My new home. My fresh start. My—The door opened before I even reached for the key.And there he was.A shirtless man in my apartment. Tattoos are curling over his chest and disappearing down the ridges of his abdomen, like some kind of ad for bad decisions.His li

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

Ace’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