Mami Rent A Gf Novels & Stories

"I know that Damian doesn't take payments in people. That's not how he operates — not usually." The word usually landed with weight. "So this was unusual," I said. "You being here is unusual." She said it plainly, without drama. "Anyone who's been in this house more than a week can see that." I turned my cup in my hands. "Someone told me — implied, really — that he asked for someone unclaimed." I kept my voice even. "That he specifically requested that." Mara's expression didn't change, but something behind it did. A small internal adjustment, barely visible.

A young man whose mind is only filled with dirty things too. "Your Elina is contracting at my house," Zean said with a cigarette he was smoking. "I still can't believe I bought such a small rent just to help you catch up with a girl who knows how great." Zean turned to glance at the face of his best friend, Adam. The man who in no way distracts from the bakery-cum-cafe.

I explained as I sat down on the bed, while Klarissa walked over to the opposite side. "The Mafia business is a heartless venture.You should be aware that Mafia lords are willing to sell out their daughters just to protect their sons because they see them as a more valuable asset," Klarissa revealed. There was no denying anything she had spoken about because my father did not seem bothered about the consequences that could come with losing his daughter. "If only there was a way out of this..." I paused because an idea just popped up in my mind. "..or maybe there is one good idea," I added, smiling in the direction of Klarissa.

"Kat, stop scaring the new wolf." "I'm not scaring her. I'm educating her." "You're painting the bleakest picture possible." The older woman extends her hand to me. "I'm Meg. I run a flophouse three streets over. Rooms for packless wolves who can't afford regular rent." "How much?" "Depends on what you can pay. Some wolves pay cash. Some work for room and board. I heard Kat say you're a nurse." "Was a nurse. I lost my certification."

“Thanks.” Chelsea studied her for a moment. “So, what’s up? You look a little worn out.” Mia let out a tired breath. “I feel worn out. I still haven’t found anyone to replace you, and rent’s due in, like, a week.” Chelsea frowned. “Still? I thought you already put the room up. You didn’t get any candidates?” “I did. Three, actually.” Mia reached for her coffee. “But they were all men. I’m not sharing my apartment with a random man I don’t know.”

I told my mother that I had my driver outside so they could fix up something for him to eat also. She made a maid attend to Damien and fixed up a place for him in the guard's quarters. She also asked another maid to help me arrange my room where I would be staying. I told her the place was still in very good condition but she refused. She said the bedspread needed to be changed and some other things. There was no way I could talk her out of it so I allowed her to have her way. After my room was made, the maid told me and I requested that she get my bag from my car which she did immediately.

Mia dragged the last heavy box up the narrow staircase, sweat sticking her tank top to her back. Her arms burned and her cheap sneakers squeaked against the old wooden floor. At twenty-one, broke, and freshly dumped, this apartment was her only real option. The rent was impossibly low for the size — almost too good to be true. The landlord had barely asked any questions before handing over the keys with a nervous laugh. “ Just… respect your roommate’s privacy,” he had muttered before hurrying away.

Lucy took a deep breath. "This is an investment! It's for a better future for us!" She suddenly smiled, her voice turning gentle. "Tell you what. You sign the papers, and I'll call the agent right away and rent the place your mom likes. I'm not just renting it. I'll pay three years upfront. "I'll get her the latest high-end smart massage chair, too, plus another 100,000 dollars in spending money. How does that sound?"

"You sure you don't want to wait another month. Just to be safe." "Mom" I said. "I need my own space. And honestly so do you." She looked at me and something in her face softened. "That's fair" she said. "That is fair." Tanya came with me to look at apartments that Thursday. We saw three. The first one smelled like mold. The third one was too expensive. The second one was on the fourth floor of a quiet building two neighborhoods over from my mother. Two bedrooms. Decent light. The landlord was a woman in her sixties named Ms. Okafor who showed me around without any sales pressure and just told me plainly what the rules were.

“And I don’t want you opening your mouth to talk about me anymore.” The young man swallowed hard. “I have no patience for gossip. If you’re not discreet, you’ll be dismissed.” “I won’t do it again, sir.” “Good. Give me the keys to the Mercedes.” The driver handed over the keys with trembling hands. As he drove through the tree-lined streets of the upper city toward downtown, Rafael thought about Maitê. About the studio apartment she had described. About the place he had already reserved—a modern loft, two bedrooms, view of the park, 24-hour security, and brand-new custom furniture.