My Roommate, the Billionaire by Serenity Woods

My Roommate

My Roommate, the Billionaire by Serenity Woods (The Billionaire Kings Book 3)
English | 2019 | Romance | ePUB |465 Kb

My Roommate : Never fall in love with your roommate…
I am not going to fall in love with Albie King.
That was the first thought that passed through my mind when I met my new landlord.
For four months, I’ve managed to keep my distance.
Lord knows, I don’t need another rich playboy to break my heart.
One was enough for any girl.
But Fate, it seems, has other ideas.
First, I find out what Albie does at the weekends, and I lose one quarter of my heart.
Then, I discover what happened to the dogs he loved, and the quarter becomes a half.
Next, I watch him be a hero when the storm hits the Ark, and the half turns into three quarters.
And finally, I see how much he loves his family when disaster strikes.
I’m only in New Zealand for another three weeks. After that I’m going home to France. There’s no point in starting anything. But now he’s captured the whole of my heart, and he doesn’t seem keen on giving it back.
So I kiss him. Then he kisses me.
You can guess what happens next.
Mon Dieu. I’m really in trouble.

“That made me laugh. “You mean notch. I just want to take you to dinner,” I told her, adoring her more than ever.

But she just said, “No, thank you,” in her polite way, and turned her attention back to her pizza.

Summer gives me a querying look, and I realize I’ve zoned out. “She thinks I’m a womanizer,” I say.

“She’s sort of right,” Summer tells me.

“I like girls,” I protest. “What’s wrong with that? Doesn’t mean I’m a bad person.”

“Of course not, sweetheart,” she soothes.

I scowl. “You’re teasing me.”

“A little bit.”

“She’s allowed to,” Dad says, and he hugs her again. “After giving me such a wonderful birthday.”

I pass Dad back his whisky. “She always was your favorite,” I say.

“Damn straight.” Summer grins at me, and I smile back. My older sister, Poppy, and I have never had a cross word with our half-sister. Summer is far too lovely for us ever to be resentful that she sometimes got more of our parents’ attention because of her condition.

“Uh-oh,” Dad says, “La belle femme Française approaching, four o’clock.”

I turn to see Remy walking toward us, her hips swinging seductively in the silky red dress.

“Easy, tiger,” Summer murmurs.

I sigh. Women were put on the earth to make my life a misery.”

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