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Chapter 101 Aiden’s POV Eric’s surprise shifted right into this strange look of suspicion as he looked back and forth between me and Ethan, his eyebrows pulling together while he set his books down on the table and crossed his arms tight. “Wait, so you two live together? Since when?” he asked, his voice carrying that pointed edge that told me he was not going to let this drop easily. Ethan kept things light with a casual shrug, acting like the whole situation was no big deal at all. “Why should you know? Either way, we go to the same school, so it’s only natural we're roommates.”

June 2, 2019 Hey diary, I'm finally here. It wasn't difficult to leave home, it was rather easy. The family that I had there had not cared enough to see me off which was expected. I had lost them the day that man left us and I am not ashamed to say that I feel relieved to be away from them. They were a drag that would bring me down and that's not what I want, you know that diary. I have a goal that I have to achieve. Anyway, I have a roommate here. His name is Laurent, yes, it's a he. I didn't expect that either but it's what it is. He's quiet handsome and I have a strong feeling I'm gonna be in trouble with the ladies for being his roommate.

Glad to announce that the second book My Roomie under the “My” Series will be starting from the next chapter. Below is a little introduction to the next book: Ellis Carter has exactly four problems. He’s broke. He’s overworked. He’s sleep deprived. And his apartment just burned down. Now he’s stuck sharing a room with Julian Cross, Beaumont University’s untouchable golden boy. They clash. They argue. They drive each other insane. Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else.

"Oh, and the fourth roommate shows up tomorrow. Theo. He’s a vampire and a quiet guy, keeps to himself." He disappeared into his room. I shut my door and ate three cookies standing up. They were good. Really good. The day dragged on. I organized my room, tried to read, gave up and took a shower then changed into sleep clothes, an old sleeveless nightdress. Pizza showed up around eight. I stayed in my room and heard Jax and Luca talking through the wall. I couldn't make out words, just voices. My wolf stirred. She wanted to go out there. "No," I said firmly. She huffed and settled.

Clause 12: Roommate B will maintain her pussy in a state of readiness at all times, including but not limited to: smooth/waxed pubic area, and natural lubrication encouraged through mental and physical anticipation. Clause 13: Roommate A reserves the right to share access to Roommate B with guests of his choosing, subject to standard safety protocols. I read Clause 13 three times, my cunt clenching with each pass. "Share access?" I ask, looking up at him. He's leaning against the counter, sipping coffee, watching me with those predatory whiskey eyes. "I have friends who'd pay good money to fuck a pussy this tight." "I'm not a prostitute."

“Let me teach you a few positions that make it easier to get pregnant. First, you do this, and then…” Annette’s face turned bright red as she listened, her wide eyes glistening with a mixture of embarrassment and fascination. She nodded absentmindedly, clearly overwhelmed. After sharing her “tips,” Rachel told Annette to take a shower, saying she’d help her with makeup once she was back so they could head out for Annette’s debut as a “lucky charm.” While they were busy, I used the downtime to post a question on the university’s online forum: "Urgent! My roommate is selling herself and dragging another roommate into it. What should I do?"

she said, putting her book down. I sat beside her and returned her smile. “I have some news,” I told her, sitting down beside her. “I’m not sure if it’s good or bad though.” “What’s going on?” She asked, peering over at me through her long lashes. “I spoke to the headmaster about your living arrangements, and she was able to get you a roommate,” I said in a breath, purposely leaving out the fact that it was because of Alpha Jonathan that I was able to accomplish this.

I was almost reaching the stairs to go up to my room when I saw Christian approaching. " Looks like someone had a bad day," he commented, starting to walk me up. " You have no idea," I murmured, walking with obstinate steps, "what about you? Did you return your new friend's notebooks?” We finished the flight of stairs, starting to climb side by side to the second floor. " No, she said I could stay until next week, so I'll be able to finish everything in peace," he explained. If possible, that explanation made me even more irritated. Why does he need to take a girl's notebook, if his roommate has the same subjects? Doesn't he realize how inconvenient he is?

The laughter didn't make my side hurt anymore. "Damn straight. You should be too. They'll kill humans that know too much." He warned me, cutting my laughter short. "Noted." The room fell silent for a while as Tate busied himself with random things. "Hey, Kiran?" Tate finally cut the silence. "Yeah, what's up?" "You know I'm looking for a roommate. Mine found his mate a couple of weeks ago and moved out with her. How about it? It's $400 a month for everything and the fridge is always stocked."

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?'