HOUSE MATES.

NARRATOR'S POV.

Miller's hand shook as he let down the phone. He didn't know what to do. This call will probably be his last, cause he was sure he would soon die.

He didn't expect to receive the call today. He knew it was going to happen sooner or later but he had dreaded the day and the thought of it. Today would change everything, one decision he makes would change not only his life but everyone around him.

Miller gathered the files on his table before placing them in the top drawer. He has never been this nervous or dreadful.

If he didn't do it he would lose something so important to him, the only person he could actually give an actual fuck about. He pushed the guilt that was surfacing down. He knew this wasn't the time to feel sorry or pitiful or guilty, it was the time to act.

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SUSAN'S POV.

I headed for the elevator after bidding the others goodbye. Aisha was still at the office but Leo was gone. It wasn't weird she never stays long. She was always the first person to leave the office.

Things with Leo and I were coming back to normal... Not completely but we were getting there. She is just worried about me and I understood that. I would be upset if my best friend was 'going out' with her boss especially when he is a man who is rumored to make people dissaper.

I headed for the lobby. I had taken the bus today, I didn't feel like driving, and I certainly do not mind being a bus person. No matter how much Aisha and Leo tries to make fun of me for liking to ride the bus i don't care being referred to as bus person. I was a bus person before I got a job at KING'S INDUSTRIES and before I got promoted and was able to get my car.

I stuck my arm into my coat pocket as I headed for the bus stop. A black car stopped beside me but I ignored it and continued walking. The tinted windows of the car rolled down as the car matched my pace.

A middle age man in the driver's seat smiled at my direction. He seems similar but I couldn't place where I've seen him. My phone dinged in my purse notifying me of a message.

Get in the car

- Marcelo.

I looked up from my phone to the car, the car came to a halt and the driver came out and opened the back door for me. I gave a small thank you before getting into the car.

I wasn't surprised to see Marcelo seating like a king. He was scrolling through his phone.

I've always wondered why he was always on his phone . I know he is a busy man with a billion dollars business empire in his name but at least take a break from staring at the screen.

I shuddered as my mind went to the dark side as I thought of the bad things he was ordering from his phone.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

I wasn't going to fight him about why he just ordered me to get into his car suddenly. I was used to it, Marcelo does things as he sees fit.

"I'm taking you home" he responded after he switch off his phone turning his attention to me.

I wanted to tell him that I was going to take the bus and that it was okay but I really didn't want to anger him today. I just wanted to go home. I nodded my head in understanding and turned my attention to the view out the window, leaning my head against the window pane.

In no time we pulled in front of my building. He followed me till we reached the front of my apartment.

"Thank you for bringing me home. Good night."

I pushed open my door to enter and was surprised when he went in with me.

I looked at him wondering why he was still here. It's not like I could kick him out. The man does whatever he wants, not like I can do anything about it.

"I'm going to be living with you"

He dropped the bombshell suddenly.

My hand hung in mid air as i was trying to put down my bag.

"W-what?" I raised my brows at him as I tried to think about what psychotic activity he has come up with.

"You demanded to leave my estate to be able to fall in love with me and I agreed. "

He walked fully into the living room before pulling off his suit jacket.

"At first I only agreed because I was amused by the challenge and what your weak attempt would be at falling in love with me. But now that I know that you are inlove with me and I think it is right that we should live together and your apartment is comfortable enough for the two of us."

My mouth hung open as I listened to him.

Was he kidding me?.

I am not inlove with him. I clearly said I might fall for him.

The expression on my face was enough to depict what I was actually feeling.

"First of all, I'm not in love with you. It was a possibility but not anymore and two, I am not living with you and three, we weren't living together you forced me to live with you by threatening my family and friends. It was not a mutual cohabitation." I laid emphasis on some words to get my words across.

He was already sitting on my couch comfortably with a non-chalant attitude and look on his face. He didn't look concerned with my objections.

Ughh... I just had to get in touch with my emotions and confess to him, if it can even be called that.

"It's decided" he finalized.

"No, it's not" I countered.

I could already see the storm brewing in his eyes but I didn't care. He was always angry when things doesn't go his way but I wasn't going to give in.

"You are not living with me" I deadpanned.

I walked to my bedroom slamming the door behind me. I couldn't care what he was feeling. He isn't getting his way this time.

This was on me. I made an agreement with a crazy man, I hated him, I got closed to him, I got to see and different side of him and I almost grew to like like him.

*****

I walked out of my bathroom already dressed in an oversized white t-shirts with a picture of Daisy from Mickey mouse clubhouse printed on it, paired with a sky blue pyjama shorts.

I unwrapped the towel around my head that was blocking my view and the sight in front of me made me let out a loud gasp.

Marcelo was laying on my bed, his upper body that was very much bare showing off his well defined and muscled body was leaning against the headboard. The comforter shielded the other half of his body.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked at me like I asked a stupid question which just infuriated me more.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

He asked back with a ridiculous look on his face that only made me want to skin him.

"Something stupid, like staying in my bed" I growled.

The looking his face told me he didn't like the way I talked one bit, but that didn't stop me from going on.

"You are staying on the couch, in the living room" I emphasised my words so I could drive my point home, but knowing him, that's probably pointless

I pointed to the blanket and pillows I had put the on the small couch that stood adjacent to my bed that I had taken out before I went to take my bath.

"That is yours"

"I'm not sleeping on your couch Susan" his words sounded final and he looked like he wouldn't entertain any objections.

"Fine" I resigned, my shoulders slumping.

"I'll take the couch then." I said heading towards the laid down blankets.

"No you are not" he growled.

"If you are not going through take the couch then I am."

I gathered up the pillows and the blanket in my arms and headed for the door but before I could get there it was pulled away from me and getting dumped several feet away from me.

Marcelo stood in front of me and his expression clearly showed that he was mad at me.

He pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. He lowered his head making our face just few inches apart.

"You are going to be sleeping next to me" the look in his eyes was hard enough for me to know I couldn't argue away from this one.

But I am a bozo and I do stupid things so I tried to anyway.

"No, I will be sleeping in the living room and you can have the bed all to yourself" I said trying to pull away from him.

His arms around me tightened and he pulled us closer if that was even possible. He brought his face to the crook of my neck before taking in a deep breath. I could feel his lips on my skin which just filled my stomach with butterflies and made my head race against my chest.

"You are one of a kind Amore, I like that" he said as he trailed butterfly kisses from my neck, collerbone to my jaw and cheek.

"But don't go against me. I hate when you disobey me, it makes me mad and trust me-..." He looked up at my face as his eyes stared into mine.

"- you don't want me to get mad" he finished.

I let out a yelp as he suddenly carried me up in a bridal style and headed for the bed.

After tucking us into bed, he pulled me to him, burying his face in my neck.

"Good night mi Amore" he wisphered against my neck.

Guess he got his way after all. Well seems like I'm Housemates with Marcelo King.