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The moonlight shone into the room. I moved away from the window to watch the light glow over her body. It was twisted around a white cotton sheet. She wore a tight-fitting vest top and matching black thongs. I snuck a little closer and covered my mouth before rubbing my fingers over my lips.
Her naked posterior jutted out. It was round, plump and made me want to sink my teeth into the two mounds of sexiness. That’s when I saw the black material that had vanished between her cheeks. I was in shifter hell. The Gods were set to shatter my barely controlled urge.
Conall whined, and I berated him while stifling the sound with my hand. My knot throbbed like never before, and my balls felt like they were set to explode. I removed my hand and was assaulted by her sweet scent. It was deeper, muskier, and the fan by her nightstand spread it across the room.
Touch her. I want to feel our mate. Conall pleaded with me.
I shook my head because if I touched her, I wouldn't stop. My eyes dropped to her clavicle before resting on her neck. I mentally marked the spot for our mating bond. My fists clenched until protruding claws pierced my skin.
Blood slowly dripped off my hands and onto the floor.
It was time.
The roommate had to go.
Addison had to disappear.
Chapter 4
Nia
Istared at the empty room in disbelief before rapidly patting my face to assure myself that I was awake. When nothing changed, I pinched my hand. My roommate was gone. She was here this morning but had left by the time I got back from work. There was no note on the fridge where we communicated. I stepped through the doorway to check the windowsill, bed and wardrobe, but there was still nothing.
No text. No email. No phone call and no note.
The walls were bare except for bits of Sellotape and the corners of her posters. The sad, lumpy-looking mattress had been stripped down, and I sank onto it before realising that rent was due in ten days. Mr Goldberg was not a forgiving person. The fact was that London rent was astronomical, and if I lost this apartment, it would be unlikely that I could raise a deposit for another one.
I hesitated for a second before I pulled up my social media. There was no time, and I had to find someone to replace her. Addison had been an ideal roommate, non-intrusive because we both worked. We had been like ships in the passing night, barely speaking and respecting each other's privacy.
There was no choice. I quickly tapped out a roommate wanted advert.
No pets, no smoking. Utilities are included in the rent. Serious callers only, no weirdos need apply.
They could message me because I wasn't about to leave my number. I took a few pictures of the room and added descriptions of the communal area. The final task was to add the deposit and rent amount. After checking the street's average rent, I slightly undercut the amount to get someone in quickly.
Once my post was up, I made a few paper versions to leave in the downstairs hallway and for the local shops. My stomach rumbled in hunger, but I left the apartment armed with a roll of Sellotape to hang the wanted ads up.
My food could wait, but Mr Goldberg wouldn’t because normal people had landlords while I ended up with a slumlord.
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While dinner was in the air fryer, I checked around the apartment to see if Addison had taken any of my things, but all the electronics were still at home, and I wasn't bothered about the smaller, less valuable items. I flicked a button on the TV remote to access my streaming service.
My watch list had a few classics and some new series. The need to mentally switch off after such a horrid day was essential. I was finally out of my office clothes and in my pyjamas and fluffy slippers, with the couch ready for my ass.
Claire was a major pain in my ass. My manager hated me, and the feeling was mutual, but since it was a silent battle, I always had to watch my back at work. Every single working day. She was always there with a knife aimed at my back. I was miserable, but I needed the experience and money until I could find another job.
The air fryer went off, and I walked to the kitchen to take out the mixed vegetables and fish. When I opened the fridge, I sighed in relief to see that Addison had left my stash of wine. This was more crucial than the TV. I enjoyed an episode of House and his misanthropic ways, deciding that I was heading down the same road at twenty-four years old.
It was midweek, but after today, I needed more than half a bottle of wine. I washed up in the kitchen, grabbed the wine and snacks, and watched another episode of my medical drama, wondering what disease I could contract in order to call in sick tomorrow. Perhaps the show would inspire me.
I was on my last glass of wine and two more episodes of House when my phone vibrated.
Unknown Number:I saw your advert for a roommate. I’m in the area. Can I view the room?
All I could see were pound signs and my rent being paid this month, without having to see Mr Goldberg’s nasty emails.
Me:Yes.
