Fall in love with the landlord’s son
Chapter 1
I have this abs pillow, right? Like, a body pillow
with a sculpted six–pack. I gotta kinda grope
and hug it to fall asleep at night.
So, the other night, I stumbled out of bed to
pee and somehow ended up in my landlord’s
son’s room. Total brain fart. I crawled into bed,
did my usual routine, yanked up the pillow’s
shirt and started going to town on those fake
abs.
Then, this husky voice rumbles from above me,
“You done yet? You’re gonna get a reaction
outta me.”
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I got home from work, and there’s this seriously
tall, seriously hot dude chilling on my couch.
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I live alone.
My first thought was, “Oh crap, someone broke
in.” I’m halfway back out the door to go get
Mrs. Henderson, my landlady who lives next
door.
But damn, this guy was hot. Broad shoulders,
long legs, like he was carved out of marble. I
mean, come on, I’m only human. I paused, took
another look.
Then I realized, no burglar just hangs out
drinking tea like he owns the place, right? The
way he was acting, you’d think he lived here.
But Mrs. Henderson never mentioned she was
renting any other rooms out in the house. Plus,
he had this “don’t mess with me” vibe, didn’t
look like the talkative type.
So, I turned around, figuring I’d go get Mrs.
Hondorcon and cloor things un
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Henderson and clear things up.
I barely got my foot out the door when this
voice calls out, “Hold it right there.”
I turned back, and hesitantly asked, “Uh, who
are you? Why are you in my house?”
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The guy just chuckled, all low and smooth,
picked up his teacup with these elegant fingers
and took a sip.
Then he leaned back, looking all amused, and
says, “You sure this is your house?”
“Yeah, last time I checked, I left for work, and
my house is still my house.”
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I stood there, clutching my bag, feeling totally
lost.
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His house?
Just as I’m trying to wrap my head around this, Mrs. Henderson comes barreling out of her apartment, chewing on a chunk of sugar cane. She takes one look at my confused face, then pulls me behind her and points the sugar cane like a weapon at the hot dude. She says, “Did you say something mean to my girl here? Don’t you go being a jerk, you haven’t been here in ages, she needed a place to live, what’s the big
deal?”
The hot dude seems like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. He stands up and says, “Mom,
this is the house I bought to live in after I get
married. You just rented it out without even
asking?”
“My future marital home, being lived in by
someone else? How does that make any
sense?”
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Mrs. Henderson paused, realizing she might
have messed up. She started stammering,
“Well… you… you might not find anyone to
marry for all I know! Are you even dating
anyone? What makes you think you will get
married?”
The dude just kinda stared at her.
He plopped back down on the couch, like, “I’m
done arguing,” and said, “I don’t care. It’s my
place. It’s for me and my future wife.”
Then, he jerked his chin towards me. “What’s
she doing here? A total stranger?”
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