𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

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𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

"What do you mean my year's rent been paid off?" I asked my landlord.

"I mean your rent has been paid off. The person said you knew when they came and dropped off the check." He said looking at me as if I was crazy.

"Oh chucks!" I exclaimed facepalming myself. "I totally forgot that he was coming down here—thanks!" I said before racing out of the office.

I know for a fact dude in there thinks I pop perks, but I can't even blame him. Imagine some girl walking into your space questioning you like you're in an episode of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit then leaving like she just had an epiphany. Shit, if it was me in that situation I would've cussed me out.

My God, I looked crazy. I looked like a clown dress up in a red fro, makeup, big lips, and a red nose. I'm the definition of a crazy bitch, and it's all because of that dickwad'.

I've been running around Manhattan like a chicken without a head because somehow Matteo got a hold of my information and been paying off things.

My light bill? Paid.

My water bill? Paid.

My seventeen thousand dollar student loan? Paid.

My credit card bill? You guessed it, paid.

I'm grateful—extremely grateful, but he could've given me a heads up. Instead, I've been wasting my battery and running around town trying to figure out why groceries we're delivered to my door and why the hell Matteo had my information.

In order to pay my light and water bill, you need a four-digit code, my username, and my password so you can access my account. Same thing for my credit card bill. So how the hell did he figure out all that information in one night? One fucking night!