02
NEGOTIATING
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The flat was suspiciously cheap when I bought it, but I didn’t know that entailed getting a housemate.
The guy in front of me wasn’t joking. He was very much serious with those piercing brown eyes of his, and the paper between his long fingers confirmed it all.
“How much did you pay?” he asked, popping my thought bubble as I read the paper’s content in disbelief.
I was thinking of asking him the same. I understood where this was going. “No fucking way—”
He let the paper fall to the ceramic floor and interrupted me, “There is a fucking way. I knew it was too cheap to be true.” His jaw clenched, and so did his fists.
I was scared whether he could hurt me to vent his anger any second. After all, I knew nothing about how he was like.
“How’s this possible? How are these papers legal?” I wondered in disbelief. I refused to believe I was fooled that hard to buy a flat already sold to someone else. I did have my dumb moments, but was I dumb to the limit I didn’t know how legal papers looked like?
“I have no fucking idea, but this piece of shit cost all my money!”
I scowled. “You think I didn’t pay too? I have no penny left to go anywhere else now.”
He sighed and palmed his face. “I paid all my inheritance from my father for this!” he exclaimed.
“So, what now? Are we both legal owners?” I asked.
“I have no idea how legal our contracts are, but I know I certainly did not sign up for a housemate.”
“Neither have I. Does this mean you’re leaving?” I had a tiny hope he’d say yes.
“No, no, Miss Adams,” he negated, using my last name that he saw on the paper. “Do I look like a rich billionaire capable of renting another place for you?”
I grimaced. I had to change my last name as soon as possible. “Perrie. Just Perrie.”
He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. That doesn’t matter.”
“Look, I didn’t sign up for a housemate too, moreover, a male housemate.”
He sneered. “Don’t worry; the feeling’s mutual.”
I faked an unamused smile. “Great! Then we have a deal here. You may leave the place for me and deal with the previous owner to get back your money.”
His jaw tightened. “The fuck? Do you think that thief cares anymore? I bet he’s out of the country as we speak now.”
I remembered the call I tried to make a few minutes before. The guy, who I read his name to be Dave Wilson, was undeniably right. The previous owner robbed us and left. I should’ve known better. I was so dumb.
“You said you used your inheritance. At least it wasn’t your savings that you sacrificed in this! This drained the fuck out of my bank account!” I tried to argue.
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Accidental Housemate
RomanceAll Perrie wanted was to have peace in her newly-bought flat in London and to celebrate her new modelling contract. She did not expect to be forced to have a housemate, nor to have to explain why she looked awfully familiar to him. Dave was an unne...
