DollyRoma

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."

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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!

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**Cover art is not owned by me, credits go to the original owner

Enemies to Lovers and Reverse

Novel Discontinued

Emily laughed, "That is the most ridiculous theory I have ever heard. What kind of power would I have over a sadistic psychopath like him?"

Anessa furrowed her brows as she recalled, "When we were kids, no matter how much it hurt, you never cried."

Emily rolled her eyes, "What does that have to do with anything? Between the both of us, you were always the crybaby and you know that."

"I know but," Anessa started. "Don't you think it might've been the same when you were with Darniel? No matter how much he hurt you, you never cried or asked him to stop."

"Are you trying to say I'm a masochist?"

"No, I mean yes...I don't know," Anessa stumbled unsurely over her words. She took a deep breath, "I'm just trying to say, that we should try keeping an open mind here if we want to figure anything out."

Emily sighed, "Fine, but can we call the Emily from the past something else. I'll take all this a bit personally otherwise."

A wild goose chase