My Billionaire Roommate's Secret

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asked, his

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close on the couch, my leg pressed against his. I'd ask him t

was having. The way his jaw clenched. The way he would disappear into

. I made dinner most nights, and he would

teak I'd made. "For a guy saving fifteen hundred a month

to his mouth. "The deal was abo

ate," I offered,

is head and wen

with a knife. He was trying so hard to resist,

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as my stepfather. And S

al daughter," Brody continued, his voice dr

Before I could respond, my phone buzzed.

t lawsuit. The initial dama

y face. I looked at Brody, t

found Brody's number, and

looked down, his ey

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sip. Now get lost before I buy your father's car

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