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Prologue - Just Roommates

  Leah Henderson was petite in every sense of the word. At twenty-four, she was slim, weighing just eighty-three pounds (83 lbs), and stood at five feet three inches (5’3”). She wasn’t as busty as her best friend, Mary Anna, but she wasn’t flat either—her curves were subtle but present. Her eyes were a mesmerizing mix of blue and green, though the exact shade was hard to pin down. Were they bluish-green or greenish-blue? Cyanic or aqua? It depended on the day, but one thing was certain—they leaned more toward blue when she was moody. Large and round, her eyes were easily one of her most striking features. With a heart-shaped face, ever-smiling lips, and a button nose, Leah had a beauty that turned heads. Though she sometimes envied her best friend’s curvier figure, she never felt ashamed of her own body. She wouldn’t flaunt it, but that didn’t stop her from admiring her reflection in the full-length mirror from time to time. Her blonde hair was naturally curly, but for reasons only...
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Synopsis - Just Roommates

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…I padded barefoot into the kitchen for a drink of water, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and my oversized sleep shirt—the kind that practically swallowed me whole. I opened the fridge, grabbed a chilled water bottle, and took a long sip straight from it. That’s when I heard it—the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. Startled, I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. In my panic, I nearly emptied the entire bottle on the intruder. A male intruder, to be specific. He hissed as the freezing water hit him, but my brain barely registered his discomfort. Because, as ridiculous as it sounds, I was momentarily distracted by how annoyingly gorgeous he was. My thoughts scrambled, and before I could fully process what was happening, I did the only logical thing—I tried to scream. But he was faster. His large hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my voice. I should have been terrified. Instead, my brain chose to notice how good he smelled. Not the time, Le...
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Chapter One - Just Roommates

(Two Months Ago) Peter I was halfway to my destination when I realized I'd forgotten some important documents. I was never this careless—especially not with something so critical. Cursing under my breath, I made a U-turn and headed back home. Jasmine and I had been living there for nearly a year—eleven months, to be precise. She’d been my fiancée for two months now, and we'd moved in together nine months before that. I pulled out my phone and called her, hoping she could find the documents and have them ready before I arrived. But the call didn’t go through. The user is unable to answer your call. Strange. Jasmine never ignored my calls. Maybe her phone was on silent. Or maybe she was at that book club meeting she’d mentioned earlier. When I arrived home, I instinctively tried the doorknob, only to find it locked. Of course, it is. What was I thinking? Jasmine probably wasn’t home. Fishing my keys from my pocket, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I was about to head strai...
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