Roommate’s Man, My Millions
Language: en
Lisa was on speaker with a rich guy, her fake laugh filling our dorm. "Ugh, that broke loser Jake is waiting downstairs again," she said, glancing at me. "Ava, tell him I'm sick." I looked outside. To everyone, he was just a poor transfer student. But I knew the truth. Last month, while working at the exclusive Azure Crest club, I saw him leave a VIP suite surrounded by powerful people, with the owner bowing to him. I threw on a thin white tee—one that turned sheer in the rain—grabbed an umbrella, and went down. The downpour soaked the shirt, clinging to my skin. I held the umbrella over…