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HER ADDICTION

What do you think you are doing?' She abruptly stood to her feet, pushing the man away from her. 'And who are you? What are you doing in my house and kitchen?' The unknown man rose to his feet, wearing a puzzled look. "Your house? Your kitchen?" "Yes," Nino tried to sound confident even though mere looking at him sent cold blood down her spine. "A burglar won't be treating himself to dinner so who the heck are you?" "I should be asking you this," his cold impassive voice came again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" After being cheated on by her boyfriend. Nino learnt her house has been sold to a complete stranger, the news of her parent's house being sold by the man her parents borrowed a loan from and couldn't pay back before their death. The news hit Nino Peterson to the core. She swore to take back her parent's house but when she realized the amount the man bought her house, she knew she couldn't pay him on time or send him packing either. So the two reached a compromise that she will still live in her parent's house until she was able to pay back the amount the man paid on her house. But will she be able to live under the same roof with a man knowing he's a complete stranger and the atmosphere will not be the same anymore? And when she also learns the truth about the man living under the same roof with her, would she be able to deal with it?

Jane_Chunli · Urban
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199 Chs

KEVIN

𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑜

"𝐹𝑐𝑘!" I bite my lip and hung my head. My cheeks were red with embarrassment. What am I spewing? What am I blabbing about? Why am I bringing up the kiss topic? I lift my head to him. He was back to his usual mood, that stoic impassive look appeared on his face and I can't tell what is going on in his mind.

"Right," he spoke up, crossing his arms against his chest. "You were prolly drunk the night you kissed me in the basement. What were you thinking?"

"Can we quit this topic?" I inhaled, not liking where the conversation was going. "It was already in the past and I wasn't thinking straight. I wasn't in my best mood and I wasn't drunk, I was driven by my emotions."

𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔! I scolded myself inwardly. I met his eyes but his right eyebrow arched up. Giving me an intentive look.