Which Got House Am I Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I wanted you to know. I bought the house." I spill the water out on hearing him say he bought the house. "You what?!!!" "I bought the house." He replies, this time bolder on his answers. "Where did you get the money?" I demand, trying not to think he done anything illegal because the house isn't something you can just get such money from the air. "You didn't do anything illegal, did you? Did you ask Phoebe for it? You didn't have to!!" I can feel myself getting ahead of everything in my head.

Dom said simply. I looked up at him with my brows pushed in giving him a complete look of confusion. He looked down at me. "Our house? Like our house?" I asked my voice getting higher and louder with each question. He just simply nodded. It took a minute to register and my mouth dropped open. I squealed loudly and jumped at him. He caught me and just laughed. "Dom....this is amazing!! How did you know that I wanted a house?" I asked.

Jenny said. "Why do we have to leave our home, mommy?" Amelia asked her mother. "The house was given by your dad's company. As your dad is no longer an employee, the company wants back the house baby" Jenny said to her. "Then where will we live mom?" Amelia asked. "In the servant room of Miller's mansion. You just study well, baby" Jenny said to her. Amelia nodded innocently.

The party went about 30 minutes until Rebecca cake ran downstairs to get me as we headed back upstairs. She looked scared and I wondered if she had done something wrong,as we got into a room she locked the door shut,her boyfriend was in the room as well. "Mom called me and she told us not to come home today". Rebecca panicked. "Why?". I asked. "There was a shooting in our house,they just shot into our house multiple times before driving away,thank goodness mom went to visit dad and the hospital and we came here". Rebecca explained,she was shaken up by it.

"The engagement is off. You understand that." "We'll talk. I promise. We'll talk." He pushes the ring into his pocket. "Go get ready. Come on. We should head up." I sigh, needing to be away from him, and nod, not sure what I'm nodding to, knowing this isn't quite over. I'm walking to the bathroom when he stops me. "By the way, found out who bought your house." "You did? How and who?" I turn to ask. The buyer had overpaid by a lot and insisted on anonymity, which was weird.

We were keeping things private. "Oh my God, this is your house?" she gasped as the driver pulled into the compound. I shrugged with a small smile. Oh, the house wasn’t really mine. It was Adrian’s, and maybe it could have been mine if I weren’t his fake wife. But here we are.

H e nodded and looked behind me again before going to get my order. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I pulled it out. A message from Amaya. A: are you home? Me: where are you? A: in front of your house. Me: okay am in my way home just grabbing a box of pizza. A: okay am waiting.

He had to be talking about the country right? We arrived at the ‘house’ we were staying, I raised my eyebrows, looking at the building we just drove into, no lies here but it legit looked like the house used in ‘Coming to America 2, and we all know that was RickRoss house. My jaw was literally left open, like literally open. I didn’t even realize when the car stopped moving, I was too busy soaking in the beauty of the house “You might want to close your mouth.” I heard Alex say and instinctively shut my mouth close.

The guy stepped aside, and the Executioner walked in. No words, no fanfare. He moved like he didn’t need to announce himself. Tall, dark jacket, quiet as hell. His boots didn’t make a sound, and he didn’t even glance around the room. He just looked at me, waiting. “You called,” he said. I nodded once and leaned back in the chair. “House got hit,” I told him. “Four guys. Quick. Clean. They knew where to go.” He didn’t blink. “They tied up the maid. Burned some of my mother’s old stuff. Left a message upstairs.”

This isn't about the kitchen. A wheeze escapes his lips and fills the air deliciously. His half-laughter, half-scoff fuels my desire to draw more out of him. "That must be why you got the house." His voice drips with a hint of amusement and sarcasm. "Not exactly." I got the house because I needed to escape Gareth, and the kitchen was just a bonus.