Jennifer Reginald

Faith Prescott had her life all planned out until she was dumped by her fiancé at the last minute. She decided to start afresh by moving to a new city, where her best friend stays. After arriving the city, she woke up the next morning, to find a strange man in her bed. While Ethan Floyd was running away from his family with a secret and settles in the city, where he met Faith and they got stuck as ROOM HATES! 

My Room Hate! 

Faith sat across from Dr Ingrid Foster, looking at her and dreading what she would say. Dr Ingrid looked at her again and she had to take her eyes away from her.

"Miss Prescott, did you say you are taking good care of yourself?" the doctor asked after looking at her results for a while.

"Your ulcer is bad and it seems you are so stressed out."

"I'm fine, doctor. I don't even overwork myself."

The doctor looked at her for a while from her wire-rimmed glasses. "Maybe I should recommend you to someone that would speak to you. I feel you're going through emotional stress now. Did something traumatic happen?"

"What? No!" Faith chuckled lightly and waved that off. "Everything is fine, I'm fine."

"Then why is your ulcer getting worse? Okay, I know what to do to you. When next you come here and your ulcer doesn't get any better, I will do two things, I'll have to confine you to a bed here or send you to a therapist."

"I am a therapist, I don't need one."

The doctor smiled slightly. "A doctor doesn't treat himself. I can only attribute this to stress, maybe emotional or you still take alcohol and a lot of it."

Faith had walked out of the doctor's office promising herself that she wouldn't stress herself anymore and she was going to do exactly what the doctor has asked her to do. She wasn't going to be confined in a hospital bed and she wasn't going to talk to someone else. What was she going to say to the person?

'Oh, I am going through emotional trauma because my fiancé left me'

She was never going to let anyone know her past. She decided by herself that she didn't need to talk to anyone about herself. She had boarded a cab. She dreaded seeing Ethan at home and she prayed he wouldn't be there, but he had been right there in the living room, watching TV. She wondered if he ever works and what his work was.

She had planned to ignore him when she comes back, but was he planning to ignore her? She kept a straight face and headed towards her room all she wanted was to go into her room, take some drugs and sleep for the rest of the weekend. She didn't want any interactions.

Ethan followed her and quickly blocked her. She looked up at him.

"What do you want?" she asked.

Her heart raced. "I'm not joking around right now."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" he asked, his eyes boring into hers.

"Mr Floyd... I don't have time for all these right now."

"Well, I have time for it."

She made to go but he blocked her way, she made to go from the other side, but he blocked her again.