The Double Life of My Hot Secretary
I asked, walking closer.
“Yeah,” he said, fake calm, “why wouldn’t I be?”
I glanced down at his hand, “you’re about to break the fucking mug.”
He didn’t look at me, “why do you have a man as a roommate?”
I blinked, “seriously?”
He finally looked up, jaw still tense.
“First of all, flatmate, not roommate and jeez, he’s my best friend, Alan,” I said, “get over it.”
“You hugged him.”
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