Roger Davis Rent Novels & Stories

she asked, finally voicing out the question that had been eating at her for days now. Davis swallowed hard. His eyes darted away for a second, nervously. “I used some of it to clear our rent… and I bought a few new clothes for myself.” Ivana let out a short, bitter scoff. Her boyfriend never stopped surprising her, and not in a good way this time. “Paying rent is understandable… but new clothes? That wouldn’t even cost much. So where’s the rest of the money?” Davis shot up from his chair, his temper flaring. He shoved his wine glass off the table, it hit the floor and the shattered pieces flew arounf.. “What are you insinuating? I have to account for every penny I spend now?”

Something moved through me at the sentence. "That's not how cooking works," I said. "So I've been told," he said, with the almost-smile. "Thursday. Seven." "Seven," I said. He went north. I went south. --- Thursday evening. Davis's apartment was on the fourth floor of a building in Carroll Hill, bigger than I expected, the apartment of someone who had organized his life around the principle that space was worth having and had arranged it well. Marcus answered the door in a dark henley, sleeves rolled to the forearm, the smell of something cooking behind him.

I had been busily finishing up an overdue project for work, and instead of being smart and ignoring the repeated calls to my cell, I had answered the fifth despite the nagging doubt in my gut. Of course he wanted something. The crux of the conversation that had been padded with self-deprecation and overabundant complements for me was that Dave and Claire needed help. Dave had lost yet another job. The pair were sixteen days behind on their rent, and Claire could not go to work due to her condition. "It will only be for a couple weeks tops," Dave assured with the rowdy roar of a beer fed crowd in the background. "I just don't have the cash right now, and by the time I do, our asses will be ou

Kendra spat, as she and Amber followed him toward the living room “Don't strain your little brain too much thinking about how we could get out of this, when you clearly aren't capable of doing that, Roger. I know very well what I'm doing and, the moment we have money in our hands again, I will make sure to remind you of that forever.” “Good luck with that.” he smiled harshly, at the same time a knock sounded on the apartment door “What? Do you two think you're going to be butlering me forever, forcing me to answer that door? I've already gone to all the trouble of talking to the Campbells' lawyer for days to convince them to accept these things, instead of cash.” Roger growled, crossing his

Only she dared to be so recklessly angry with him! **** Rose was already in a bad mood and then she was surrounded as soon as she entered the office. "Rose, what is your relationship with Mr. Davis? He came to see you yesterday! Too bad you weren't here..." "Wow, Mr. Davis is handsome in person! Not even a picture can capture his noble aura! How did you two meet? Why did he come to see you?" "He was driving a Rolls Royce yesterday, right? I looked up the car, and it's worth at least ten million dollars! His car's monthly maintenance fee cost can even buy us a car!"

“You don’t know what they are, and lawyers don’t work during weekends.” Roger picked up his phone and made a call. “Marcus, get to the Dawsons mansion in thirty minutes or find yourself another client.” Karen panicked. Why was Roger behaving so strangely? His authority seemed to be more than Giovanni's, whereas the latter was his father. Why was a rich boy living off his father acting like he owned the world? “You are joking, right?” “You’ll see,” Roger said calmly. Delanie stood up, feeling excited. “I’ll get some desserts, and if you still don’t like the name, I don’t mind taking it back.”

"When I went abroad, I told you to support Elliot and not betray my trust because I'll be watching. All you needed to do was to focus on Elliot and care for him so he didn't feel alone." "You were watching me?" "Yeah, so you should know that lying to me won't work," George said with a sigh. "And by the way, instead of arguing with me, you'd better hurry up before that woman gets kicked out of the apartment." "What do you mean?" "You haven't paid rent yet, which is 10 thousand a month." "What?! That's impossible, it can't cost that much," Roger protested, frightened. "Deborah managed with the thousand I gave her for rent and other expenses."

A few minutes had passed before they stopped and Jarvis spoke again. "No matter how much money we save, it will never be enough to cover our living expenses and allowances, particularly if we rent a house," he said. In fact, I agree with him. There are certainly a lot more rental properties available. Even an apartment is fine because there will only be the three of us living there.