My roommate is the son of a billionaire.

pte

as the sound reached her ears. She blindly looked for the clock on the be

the fresh cold air coming from her window which was slightly ajar. She must have forgotten to

window to shut it when she saw the apart

oking for an apartm

t with hers by 3 p.m today at the Black Winx cafe

uple of minutes later, she had received a couple of notificati

a lady. Even though she had not seen

room decorated with her books, shower, make break

ing the best she could. Her voice on the other hand was not as bad as you thing it would be. In fact, Harley was a great singer. Her aunt and cou

rabbed her shampoo bottle and poured a considerable amount of the

and then rinsed. She used her towel which could cover only a minimal amount of her body, sitting just directly on her t

thing to believe a human being had. She wasn't lacking in the boob department as they were average cups, her hips were curvy and her ass cheeks perky.

ut drawing attention. A pair of black leggings and her huge black nyu hoodie. Sh

, her face cream, and sunscreen. Her hair could be a lot messier than it al

inside. Her phone and key were placed in her purse. Taking

r which was now repaired an

. Harley reached out for the button pressing it so that the door remains ope

her, knowing it would be creepy watchi

huffed out standing

just finished taking his bath or it was the sweat that formed from running but she doubted it. He was a 6'1, in a pair

ng and not answered, her face t

mumbled and the p

to realise he was talking to her. Of course

she a

s great."

n and Harley sighed a bit annoyed

h." she

apartment. Most of your guys stay at the Wilson street apartm

e floor I got into. A third year ma

her name. He had already known way too m

name stranger?"

she said

d almost to hear how i

be more happier, she stepped out quickly no

in soon." he yelled as he walked the other wa