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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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Toro

She halted the car when we reached the traffic lights. We spent some minutes and she resumed driving when the lights turned green.

"What?" I asked curiously when she kept glancing at me.

"Nothing." She shook her head and swerved the steering wheel to the left alley that led to the house. There was a brief silence between us but she spoke up.

"You haven't answered my question."

"What question?"

"The reason you are so withdrawn or why you act so mean."

"Cause people are so scary and the world is an unfair place to be in." I looked out of the window, not minding why she asked the question. I took a peek at her but her attention was channeled on the streets. Her face was lanced with worry.