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!!!

Cora was soaking in every single word. Listening to them talk about fake names and non-existent husbands, and a bulldozed town. Not to mention, the air that was buzzing with this strange electricity that was going on between herself and Otto. There were moments it felt strong enough to power a 100-watt light bulb.

"Thank you, Cora, for the information," Iva said firmly. "Time to go!"

Instead, Cora dropped herself into an armchair, staring at them with delight. "Wow, this is good. Just keep going. I only wish I had some popcorn."

"Very funny, Cora. Now leave, please."

"Do you have to do that right now?"

"Why, thank you." Sweetness dripped from every word as Cora leaned back into a relaxed position. As if she planned to stay

"Go upstairs and raid my closet," Iva finally ordered, pointing a finger at the stairs. "You have ten minutes. Go!"

"Will I know which bedroom is yours and which is Otto's?"

"There won't be a single doubt in your mind, pit bull."

She and Otto watched Cora move slowly up each step, sliding her fingers along the banister as she taunted them with a wicked smile. Finally, she was out of sight and Iva heard the bedroom door close.

"Is she like that all the time?" Otto asked.

"She's seventeen so the answer is yes. All the time."

Iva let out a sigh and tried to step away from Otto, but she'd run out of backing-up space. Otto was getting under her skin. He made her nervous, excited, like she was on fire and would explode any second if he looked at her one more time with that face, those eyes.

She should have stayed in Toronto and faced Noah and had the big, ugly fight. The last two weeks had smacked her in the face with reality. She'd been pretending everything was okay, and it was not okay. Her entire life was a farce. A lie. One big ball of sorrow and pain and regret. She'd been hiding behind a life here in Vancouver that wasn't real. Lying to her family and herself. Terrified every single day that

Noah was going to call and want her back. What terrified her most was that if he did show up, she might actually return to TO with him. Which meant giving up any self-respect she was slowly getting back if

she allowed Noah to take charge of her life again.

She'd wanted him to love her, and when he didn't, she was aimless. A hollow mess of a woman.

With hardly a sound, the magazine she'd been flipping through earlier in the evening slowly slipped from the velvet couch and hit the floor. Otto reached down and picked up the magazine, placing it on a side table. With every step he got closer and closer and Iva feared her heart would explode it was pounding so loud.

The truth (cont.)