Alex_author

Read at least the first 15 chapters before tossing aside.


After being left at the altar by her fiancé, Iva Remington returns to the one place she's been trying to escape her whole life - her hometown. Back home and desperate for a new start, Iva finds herself serving up fries and burgers for a living. But her drab routine takes a surprising turn when a mysterious, wealthy young man moves into her apartment building. Cillian Otto De-Peyster IV.

As they form an unlikely bond, Iva is oblivious to the fact that his dark, hidden agenda is threatening to tear her town---and her family---apart.

She is placed in between betrayal and mistrust as the people in her life turn out to be wearing masks and deceit on their faces. 
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Just in case you skipped the warning, this book is rated 18.

Secret: My Roommate is a billionaire!!!

"Don't try to butter me up, Mr. Bergmann." Iva said, trying to sound unaffected.

"I'm not. I'm sure I scared the living hell out of you."

"Thank you for backing out of the bathroom so quickly," Iva conceded.

He leaned over the chair. "I think I might be making a tiny bit of progress here "

"Don't get your hopes up yet. I may still put you in the doghouse."

"At least I'll be out of the rain.'

"It's okay to laugh, Miss Remington."

"I haven't had much to laugh about the past week."

Otto frowned. "Your family---are they alright? That was your parents last night, right? With the blueberry cake? You know I smelled it all night long, but I was a good boy and didn't steal a piece."

Iva felt herself blush. "Go ahead and have a piece. I'm not being stingy. I just---I didn't think---"

"I'm teasing you. But if you insist." Otto jumped up and cut a piece from the cake pan, eating the slice with his fingers over the sink where crumbs dropped. It was almost as if he put in extra efforts to act 'normal'.

"You're spoiling your dinner by eating dessert first."

He shook his head as he popped the last

blueberry into his mouth and chewed, gazing at her with those eyes. Iva felt her

limbs go weak. Dang, those eyes were

"I have this amazing talent where I can

eat dessert before and after dinner with no

A laugh escaped Iva, but she stopped,

not wanting to make small talk with this

guy, determined to hang onto her indignation.

Intuitively, Otto said in a gentler tone.

"And just to help you get over your indignation and my major boorish barging in your room last night, I brought flowers to help with my truce declaration. I hope you'll accept another apology and forgive me."

"You don't barge into a strange woman's

bath and then bring her flowers. It's---it's

Otto opened up the cupboards until he

found a ceramic vase and put the bouquet

into it, running water to fill it up.

Iva stared at him, arms folded across

her chest, as he placed the flowers in the

"It's been a long time since this dining

room table got flowers so I'm giving them to the table and you can just ignore them. And by the way, just ignore the fact that we're roommates."

"We are not roommates!" Iva spit out.

"Consider me the downstairs roommate and I'll call you the upstairs roommate. Just don't play loud music after midnight, please.

Iva growled at him, wanting to stay mad, but also trying not to laugh.

"So," Otto said, leaning back against the sink. He looked so relaxed, while Iva was wound up tight as a corkscrew. "Is there some sort of crisis going on with your family? I can tell that you're distraught about something, and it's not all my fault."

"I really don't want to talk about it." Iva rose to her feet. "I'm starving and don't feel like cooking anymore. I think I'll head down Main and see what the special is at Sal's Diner. "

Truce