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Enemies to Lovers and Reverse

Warning: Mature Content A match made in Hell: Mr. I'm-too-sexy-to-wear-shirts and Miss I-hate-all-men are living together!!! Did fate throw them together or was it just a meddling best friend? After being fired from her 20th part-time job just as the rent of her apartment skyrocketed, Emily had no choice but to find a roommate. The past she's forgotten and desperately been trying to run away from, caught up to her in the form of a sexy, shirtless sex addict called Blake Garcia...her roommate! Bound by each other's dark secrets, pasts, and a stupid roommate contract they're stuck together. Secrets don't make friends, but they might just turn enemies into lovers and reverse. Excerpt: Emily angrily folded her arms and impatiently tapped her foot on the tiled floor as she glared at the oblivious, shirtless man. She cleared her throat and he finally looked up from his phone, "Yes?" Emily narrowed her eyes accusingly, "Where is it?" Blake sat up from the couch and placed his phone on the center table, "Where is what?" "My pink lace underwear, you perv!" she accused through gritted teeth. Blake gasped, "You actually own sexy underwear?" Emily's arms fell to her side and she tightly clenched her fists, "Tell me where you hid my underwear and no one gets hurt." ------ DollyRoma: I was trying to try continue this, but I lost interest. Also, my writing style changed a lot so it'd be like two different stories. Thank you for reading my first novel and for all the support! Please check out my newest novel! If you wish to read any of my other work, check out 'Blood Bound to Elias', a thriller romance novel! Follow me on Instagram: dolly_.roma **Cover art is not owned by me, credits go to the original owner

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Kill and kill and kill!

Tristan found the timid-looking waiter that poured Emily the red wine and slammed him against the wall with his hand tightly gripped around his neck. "What was in the wine?" he calmly questioned, but the rage was clear as day in his eyes.

"I-I don't know," Micah responded with his voice trembling. "There was just this rich guy and he threatened me to give it to her."

Tristan squeezed tighter without realizing, "Who was he? What did he look like?"

Micah started to struggle to breathe and begged with a strained voice for Tristan to let him go. "P-Please...I-I-I can't breathe."

Tristan let go of him and the young man coughed as he took short gasps of air. "The man is Giovanni Monterro, he's the leader of one of the top gangs around here."

The name wasn't ringing any bells for Tristan, but after getting a good description from Micah, he had a face in mind but was still curious about the motive.