Fell In Love With My Roomy Novels & Stories

I said, keeping my difficult streak going. “Oh, bite me.” Jo pulled off the blindfold. I was looking at a basic wooden door. Sure, it had a nice carving and brass handle, but it was a door. “Beautiful door…” “Fucking A, Tatum!” Jo reached around me and opened the door. “It’s your room.” The words left me as I looked into the perfectly designed room. Like something out of a catalogue. It was P*******t worthy with the cream fluffy sofa, light stained wood. A fire was sizzling under the television. The lights were turned down low, making it romantic and amazing.

"Ha… it's stupid… I'm stupid. I was the one who wanted this but… why do I regret it like this?" Like I've said, time pass by so fast. I didn't knew the sky were already dark, and I didn't noticed that Toma was already changing his clothes in this room. "Oh, you're already here." "Mhm, yeah." He awkward greeted. Then I couldn't help myself but ask. "I heard you got a girlfriend. Is that true?" He looks at me with a shocked face but it eventually changes, showing me a genuine smile. "Yeah, I do. I started dating Cami a week ago."

I hope I am accepted in his pack, the way he accepted me. By the time I stepped out of the tub and dressed myself in comfortable clothes, the whole room smelled delicious. I took a deep breath and my mouth watered. Inside the room there was a trolley cart with burgers, fries, milkshakes, hot dogs, and chili. For dessert, ice cream and strawberry cheesecake, his favorite. Romeo was resting on the bed, typing something on his phone. As soon as he noticed my presence, he dropped the phone and followed me with his gaze. Just having him looking at me was making me horny and ready to be with him again. Unfortunately, I was more hungry than horny, so food first and then double dessert.

Jackson pulls me up, his hand in mine, as we walk to the room. Walking in, I fall in love. It is beautiful, relaxing and almost perfect. Walking around, I feel myself fall further in love with it. This is my room, or at least, what my room would be like if I was to make one. “You seem attached to this room.” His voice comes from behind me. Turning, I smile at him. I do feel attached to this room for some reason. “Is that weird? All the rooms are similar, but for some reason, this room is drawing me further in. It makes me want to look around more. It feels comforting.” It does. Something about this room makes me feel relaxed like I would be totally comfortable in here with him.

After an exhausting night at the hospital watching the unshakable devotion of Drey’s parents as they hovered over him with visible anguish, I felt something in me quietly fracture. I slipped away to the restroom and allowed myself a rare moment of weakness, weeping in silence where no one could witness it. When I finally left for home, my mind felt distant and clouded, as though I had momentarily forgotten the existence of my arrogant, persistently intrusive, and unsettlingly obsessed roommate. Only when I stepped into the apartment did it hit me again , this wasn’t an escape. I walked through the door still smelling like antiseptic and hospital sheets, my head pounding from the whole mess w

So, I was left with just one option — to room with Jaxon until the session was over. The fuck? Maybe the universe really did hate me.

I do not want to have a conversation with him either, so why was he being so rude? I walk into the room and close the door before locking it from inside. I sit on the bed and stare at the empty wall ahead. I turn my head to my suitcase, still sitting pretty in the room. I was somehow glad that I had fallen asleep instead of unpacking; I would have been too stressed to have to pack it up again. I'm lost in thoughts of how the hell this could happen to me when I hear a knock on the door. My roommate is a boy. A hot, shirtless, arrogant, smirking boy. This was a Greek tragedy, and I was the main character, about to suffer. I did not need to stay with him too long to know he was the kind of boy

Because there sure couldn't be a happier person than me. Guess all I needed for my life to take a turn for the best was JUST ANOTHER ROOMIE. THE END ❤

I couldn’t afford to piss off my only potential ally. She pulled back, beaming. "Oh my God, yes! This is going to be so much fun! I’ve been so lonely in that big room by myself!" She practically bounced as she unlocked the door to room number seven, pushing it open with a big smile on her face. She stepped inside, flicked on a soft light and turned back to me, her arms spread wide. “Well? Welcome to my humble abode, roomie." I stepped in and holy motherfucking fuck of all possible fucks.

one of the maids mockingly said as she dragged the other and they left. “Looking for your space?” A lady's voice sounded for Adele to turn. “Felony” a young lady with blonde Italian braid hair wearing a maid uniform smiles at Adele who awkwardly nods to the question. “We don’t do space here. We do room, two in a room. Well, I’m the only one in my room because I was hired just a year ago. You can be my roommate” she said for Adele to bow her head. “Felony, that’s my name.” She said assuming Adele didn’t get why she said the word before.