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!!!

He answered it, turning his back to the window to look into the rear yard. Was that a hint that he didn't want Iva to listen in to the phone call, or merely a casual appraisal of the state of the garden?It quickly became apparent who was calling. Iva stared at the back of his shirt, pretending to continue eating her dinner.

Why would Mayor Sean be calling Otto Bergmann? He was merely a town resident recently returned after at least a decade away somewhere. Now that she thought about it, Iva wasn't sure exactly where Otto had been living, or where he'd been working for the past decade himself.

"A meeting this coming Monday?" Otto said into the receiver. I can make that. What time?"

He listened for another few moments, but Iva couldn't hear what the mayor was saying, even though she stopped chewing so she could hear more clearly.

"Pictures are going well," Otto added. "Yes, sir. See you next week. Thank you."

He hung up the phone and caught Iva watching him. She bent over her food and stuck her fork into the last bite of her steak.

"I see you there," Otto told her knowingly.

"I'm innocent," she protested. "See, I'm eating," she added with a mouth full. After swallowing, she said. "If your phone conversations are meant to be private take them in another room."

"Thanks for the advice," he said, pointedly looking at the telephone attached to the wall. It was a 1980s version, of course, with a curling cord. Meaning he couldn't go into another room, unless he pulled half the wall with him.

"That was an incredible dinner," Iva said, taking her empty plate to the sink. "Thank you. I'll wash up since you cooked."

"You don't have to, but thanks." He paused, then continued, "Hey, I'm going to head out to do a few sunset shots."

"Knock yourself out." Iva said, glancing over her shoulder as he left the kitchen. "I know time is of the essence when taking pictures during sunset," she called out, but Otto didn't respond. A second later the front door closed.

She and Otto Bergmann were both keeping secrets. But she didn't owe him anything and she supposed that he didn't owe her his life story either. Even so, the sheets and rope in the living room was going to stay up---and her room barricaded each night until she knew exactly what Otto Bergmann was up to.