My Roommate The Secret Agent

My Roommate The Secret Agent

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Skylea Vara is a nine-teen year old starting her first year at NYU. After the death of her sister and mother she now beliefs death and depression follow her. Haze Rivera is twenty-one years old and works for a Vigilante organization. When his friend is killed his boss sends him on a mission to kill the person responsible. The mission requires him to go undercover as Skylea's roommate. *** The music ended and he did one last spin by the end I was closer too him then I had ever been. His breath hit my neck, goosebumps formed as my breath hitched. "Princesa since you walked in all I can think about is how adorable and sexy you are. If I had things my way I would be taking you against that wall the moment you walked in." He whispered into my ear. With those words my panties became wet. I bit my lip trying too restrain myself from kissing the man in front of me. "Fuck don't do that. Or I swear I'll have you screaming my name in thirty seconds." He promised. I gathered all of my courage into these words. "Who's too say I won't have you screaming mine."
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I have always been a planner. Never the girl to leap before look at the drop. The type to have a plan and then a back up plan for that first one. However, when I stormed up the stairs of Daniel's house ready to give him an earful I didn't have a plan. I didn't have a plan for what to do when he wasn't sitting at his corner desk. I didn't plan on going over to that desk and looking through his things. I didn't plan on opening up his science textbook. Didn't plan on seeing the large cut out in the center of all the pages. Didn't plan on switching out the white powdery drugs for the sugar from fake sugar baby that we got for health class. That is my story and I plan on sticking with it. However, the mafia chasing after me might not understand that it was all a tiny misunderstanding. Warnings: Violence and Drugs

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