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Enemies to Lovers and Reverse

Warning: Mature Content A match made in Hell: Mr. I'm-too-sexy-to-wear-shirts and Miss I-hate-all-men are living together!!! Did fate throw them together or was it just a meddling best friend? After being fired from her 20th part-time job just as the rent of her apartment skyrocketed, Emily had no choice but to find a roommate. The past she's forgotten and desperately been trying to run away from, caught up to her in the form of a sexy, shirtless sex addict called Blake Garcia...her roommate! Bound by each other's dark secrets, pasts, and a stupid roommate contract they're stuck together. Secrets don't make friends, but they might just turn enemies into lovers and reverse. Excerpt: Emily angrily folded her arms and impatiently tapped her foot on the tiled floor as she glared at the oblivious, shirtless man. She cleared her throat and he finally looked up from his phone, "Yes?" Emily narrowed her eyes accusingly, "Where is it?" Blake sat up from the couch and placed his phone on the center table, "Where is what?" "My pink lace underwear, you perv!" she accused through gritted teeth. Blake gasped, "You actually own sexy underwear?" Emily's arms fell to her side and she tightly clenched her fists, "Tell me where you hid my underwear and no one gets hurt." ------ DollyRoma: I was trying to try continue this, but I lost interest. Also, my writing style changed a lot so it'd be like two different stories. Thank you for reading my first novel and for all the support! Please check out my newest novel! If you wish to read any of my other work, check out 'Blood Bound to Elias', a thriller romance novel! Follow me on Instagram: dolly_.roma **Cover art is not owned by me, credits go to the original owner

DollyRoma · Urban
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186 Chs

Blind date

"She's gone now!" Emily yelled to Tristan who was still hiding in her room, but he didn't come out. 'What the hell is he doing in there?' she thought as she opened her bedroom door.

Tristan was seated on her bed casually skipping through her drawing book and didn't even look up when Emily entered the room. Her eyes widened and she reached for it, but Tristan had the reflexes of a sly fox.

"Where did you get that?" she angrily questioned.

"It was in Darniel's hand," Tristan told her.

"His name is Blake," Emily countered, narrowing her eyes at him.

He rose a brow, "Are you saying I don't know the face of my own younger brother?"

"Darniel didn't have a brother," she countered again.

A smirk rose to Tristan's lips as he said, "So, it is you."

Emily furrowed her brows, "What is that supposed to mean?" Then she realized he played her to reveal which personality currently owned the body.