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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 · Urbano
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DO YOU LIKE ME?

Nino

I lazily got up from my bed after a moment of silence. My stomach rumbled. I swallowed hard and walked out of my room, not in any mood to fix anything edible now. My lazy ass self but I had to. I grabbed my phone and inhaler and made my way out of my room. I heard clanking sounds coming from the kitchen and also someone singing. A smile appeared on my face knowing he is the one and funny how he gave those stupid rules and also the one breaking them.

And for some reason, I feel delighted that he's down here. I jogged the stairs to the kitchen, my stomach was still making that weird sound. Not only was I getting drawn by his voice but also the sweet scent of what he was making.

Man, sometimes I wonder if God deliberately creates some people to be perfect in their life. I halted my steps and leaned myself against the wall of the kitchen, watching him sing and cook.

"A long long time in the dark

As if I met the light while wandering