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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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Nino

A laugh escaped my mouth when Yass walked out of the dressing room with the little girl. The dress the little girl was putting on was way bigger than her. She looked so little in it but I can't deny the dress is so eye-catchy. A bright baby pink with laced hands plus the tiny flowery embroidery design dotted around the dress.

"Yeah, you can laugh," Yass said. Running her eyes over the little shy girl. A plain look is what we got from her. "This dress is so nice, too awful it doesn't fit her. I wished it did."

"There are tons of dresses here. I know there are beautiful ones around." I scan the rows of baby dresses. Looking for one more suitable for her age. My fingers shuffled through the rack of clothes till it stopped on short-sleeved hands white dotted dress. A smile displayed on my face as I pull it out of the rack. It is plain but beautiful. I place the dress on the little girl to check if it was her size.

"Perfect." I smiled.