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We all finished eating and we made our way back to the living room. "Natalie, Mason can you please sit down we have something to tell you." My mother said.

"So..... As you may know we have recently decided to branch out business out and associate with other businesses. That is where the Bently family comes into the story." "Oh Jacob you are taking to long. Honey we have decided that it would be best for both our companies if you two were put in a business engagement!" My mother told me.
"What!" We both screamed in unison. "It's not that bad." Jessica said. "I'm very excited to have Natalie living in our home." "Did you just say she's living with us?" Mason asked through gritted teeth.

"That's right!" Our parents said in unison.

"When?" " You move in tomorrow."

Next day
"I can't believe you are moving in with Mason Bently!" One of my best friends skylar squealed.

"I hate him." I snarled.

I have three best friends that mean the world to me. They are hot as fuck. There is Grace, Camilla, and Skylar.

"I wonder what he looks like shirtless." Camilla said starting to daydream. "Snap out of it you horny woman!" I said while snapping my fingers in her face.

My girls came over to help me pack. "You have so many books. Oh my gosh can I borrow this?" Grace asked while holding up Fifty shades of grey. We all laughed at her and I told her yes.

It was funny because Grace is the really shy one out of all of us. She's one of those girls who's pretty and doesn't know it.

"Natalie it's time to go the limo is here."

It's no secret my family's not poor. Neither is Mason's. I haven't had a bad life it's actually pretty chill. I hang out with my friends and family (when they are around) and watch Netflix. I work out once a day. So I'm in pretty good shape. I've had a couple of boyfriends but they didn't last. I don't really like loads of attention. I'm more of a loner (just with my friends).

"Okay mom!" I yell. "Ready girls?" They all squeal and shake their heads yes and we head out the door with boxes in our hands.

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