Share

6: NEW ROOMMATE

Author: Autumnfever22
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-30 15:24:19

“Fucking dumb ass, piece of shit loser” I cussed under my breath as I hurried down the stairs.

I wasn’t afraid of my new roommate but he had done enough to send a chill down my spine and I will never forgive him for it.

I stopped briefly at the large mirror in the sitting room to admire my reflection, my hair was tied up in a messy bun and the light blue dress I had snagged from my closet clung perfectly to my body.

Bloody outrageous! I would never be dressed up just to eat dinner at home, but here I was, looking like a washed up bimbo, just because a man had threatened me.

“Can you please stop flirting with your reflection. The food is almost ice cold” my roommate’s voice sounded from dining area.

“Fuck” I cussed out loud. How did I not realize the mirror was large enough for him to see me from the dinner table?

All these time, he had been watching me fix my messy hair and try to fix my overly padded bra. I wish I could gouge his eyes out. But wishes were hopeless, if I hurt a hair on his head, the whole of north America would be on my ass. So instead of killing my new roommate, I headed to the dinner table like a good obedient wife.

Ew!

“Thank you for joining me, Miss Taylor” my roommate greeted with a stupid smile plastered on his awfully perfect face.

Bloody hypocrite, he had literally tried to rid me of my decency and evaded my privacy just to get me down here and now, he greets me curtly like I had honored his invitation by choice?

“Fucking douche” I cussed under my breath as I settled into the chair at the opposite end of the table.

He cocked his head, obviously wanting me to repeat what I had said.

“Thank you for inviting me” I said, faking a smile so hard it made my cheeks hurt.

He nodded and rang a small bell that lay at the edge of the table.

A neatly dressed chef rushed out from a side door, holding a small book in his hand.

What the fuck was this? Why did he always have to overdo everything? We were just having dinner. Making a fake high class restaurant at home wouldn’t make me hate him less.

“What’s on the menu, Ferdinand?” he asked the chef who cleared his throat and began reciting the vast array of meals they had available.

“I’d have the ceaser salad and maybe some pasta and have Philip bring in a bottle of wine while you’re at it” my roommate instructed the chef.

“And for you miss?” the chef asked, turning to my direction.

“Nothing for her. She said she wasn’t hungry”Ethan replied.

My jaw dropped and from the way my fists were clenched under the table, my knuckles were definitely white as snow.

The chef looked at both of us in confusion.

Ethan had managed to give me another amazing reason to hate him more than the devil.

“I’d have the pasta as well. I would never turn down the meal of such a delectable chef” I said, a small smile playing on my lips.

The expression on Ethan's face proved my victory. I had managed to strike a nerve and the way he glared at the chef, it was obvious the complement had hurt his feelings.

Ferdinand hurried out and shortly after, the butler,Philip, returned with two glasses and a bottle of red wine.

He placed the items on the table and proceeded to open the sealed wine. Ethan thanked him and snatched the bottle. He filled his glass first before filling the second one and bringing it to me.

My breath got caught in my throat as he approached me. He was still on his work clothes, a dark blue suit and tie.

“Drink” he ordered as he forced the glass into my hands.

“Why? Are you trying to poison me?” I retorted.

“Did you not see him open a fresh bottle? If I wanted to kill you, it wouldn’t be poison. It will work too quickly and I would be deprived of the pleasure of watching you suffer and beg for your life”.

My mouth hung open, my brain unable to cook up a comeback.

He laughed. Loudly that it echoed through the room.

“Relax, I wouldn’t hurt you”

“Unless maybe you wanted me to” he said before taking a sip of his wine.

My throat became exceedingly dry. This disgusting sick fuck just knew how to ruin my day. I couldn’t think of a single mean thing to say to him. My brain decided to go numb when I needed her the most.

“Fuck you Ethan King” was the only thing I managed to say.

“Very soon baby girl” He smiled devilishly as he walked behind my chair.

He emptied his glass and set the empty cup in front of me. He leaned over the chair and his strong scent of chocolate and coffee filled my nostrils.

“I really despise how you use foul language. It’s very unladylike” he breathed down, his hot breath fanning the nape of my neck.

“I do not intend for you to like me” I spat back.

He froze and I could feel how tensed he was.

“You are my wife. I have to learn to like you” he replied.

“It takes more than physical attraction for a marriage to work. Physically, I’m intrigued by how your lips look when you talk, how your breasts fill up that dress and how your ass sways when you walk”

I bit back a scream. This man was beyond crazy.

“Beyond that, I hate your guts and how smart you think you are” he huffed.

“You don’t have to like me. You seem to forget that this marriage is fake. You married me in exchange for my silence till you pay up what you owe me. You don’t want the world to find out that their precious King is a sick bully who ruins people’s lives and takes advantage of intoxicated women” I say boldly, bringing my glass to my mouth and taking a small sip.

He fell silent.

No greater feeling in the world than shutting an egoistic man up.

“You would make headlines if I decided to spill the tea. My silence is doing you a favour” I continue, pushing to see if he would finally get upset and leave me alone.

Instead, my roommate wrapped his large hand around my neck. Tight enough to scare me but not hurt me. His large rolex watch reflected the lights of the chandelier and it was hard to keep my eyes open.

“You’ve not given me the opportunity to return the favour and show my appreciation” he said.

“Would you want me to show my appreciation now?” he asked as he tightened his grip.

“How?” I hissed.

He chuckled.

“I’ll start by ripping off that ugly dress so I can fully appreciate your gorgeous tits. I know you have no under wear on so getting to your little pussy wont be difficult. All I need is a couple of minutes and a few thrusts of my cock and I’d repay my debts”.

"Fuck off, you sick perv" I squealed.

Utterly shameless. that’s what he was. How could he say such filthy things to me? I’d rather choke on a plastic tube than let his dick anywhere near my body.

“Get your hands off me, Ethan” I said loudly, hoping his staff would hear.

“What? You no longer want me to thank you for shutting your mouth?” he retorted.

“Get your hands off me” I screamed. He didn’t budge, his hands remained firm around my throat and I tried to pry them off.

He growled, a disgusting low frequency sound that indicated that he was enjoying this. He enjoyed making me miserable and my struggling was pleasurable to him.

“Get your hands off that girl, Ethan Jeremy King” a woman’s voice sounded from the entrance of the dinning room.

Ethan’s hands immediately flew off my neck and I held my throat as I struggled to catch my breath.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming” He said swiftly as he adjusted his suit.

“Hello Ethan, its good to see you too” the woman barked, her eyes blazing with anger.

“Hello mom, it’s good to see you” Ethan greeted.

This was his mother! I honestly thought someone as evil as him crawled out of a sewer.

The woman rolled her eyes and extended her arms for a hug. My roommate stood still, like he was hesitating.

She began approaching him and he took to the other side of the table. From where he was stood, I could clearly see what the problem was.

He had a raging boner he was trying to conceal.

Beyond unbelievable. Extremely hilarious if I was being honest.

“Give your mother a hug” the woman insisted as she caught up to him and pulled him into a bear hug.

I stiffled a laugh that was tryin to escape and she must have heard my snorts and her eyes landed on me. She had the biggest look of displeasure plastered on her face.

“I thought I warned you, no messing around with the staff” the woman yelled at Ethan as she eyed me.

“She’s not a staff, mum” Ethan huffed as he pulled me up from my seat.

“Who is she?” the woman pressed on.

“No one important” Ethan said as he literally dragged me out of the dinning room.

The woman screamed after us, laying various threats and cusses behind us.

Ethan escorted me to my room and slammed the door shut before I could ask any questions.

Related chapters

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    7: REJECTED WIFE

    “The Smiths are running out of patience” Ethan’s mother declared.Ethan sat still at the far end of the couch, watching his mother as she rambled on about some ‘engagement’ and losing the Smith’s alliance.From where i stood, I could see them clearly and their conversations were loud enough for me to hear.Eavesdropping is wrong, I know. But my goddamn husband just told his mother I was no one important and there was no way I wouldn’t get to the bottom of why he didn’t bother to introduce me to my mother in-law.Sneaking out of my room was a bad idea because the more I listened to Ethan’s mother talk about how much she wanted him to be with someone else the more upset I got.I had to pinch myself, I needed to remember that whatever happened, this marriage was fake and I shouldn’t be upset about Ethan making plans for his future after our deal was over.Why he even offered to marry me still made no sense to me. He could very well afford to pay for my silence. Why he chose this route ma

    Last Updated : 2024-11-30
  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    8: THE PRINCESS AND THE CASTLE

    The suitcase’s wheels thudded softly against each stair as I descended, my bag weighing down one shoulder while my heart weighed down the other. I felt... numb. Maybe it was the exhaustion of crying myself dry the night before or the sting of Ethan’s mother’s words echoing in my mind. Maybe it was the fact that I was leaving behind this mess I should never have stepped into in the first place. The hum of the idling Uber engine outside reached my ears. My ticket out of this ridiculous situation was just steps away. Freedom, peace, and a chance to pretend none of this ever happened—it was all waiting on the other side of that door. I reached for the knob, my fingers gripping it tightly, and twisted. The door didn’t move. I frowned, twisting it again. Harder. It didn’t budge.I checked the kitchen and back doors, they were all locked. “What the hell?” I muttered, leaning my weight against it in frustration.The door that led to the garage was my last hope and I ran to it with all th

    Last Updated : 2024-12-05
  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    9: THE CONTRACT

    "If I unknowingly signed to become your slave for life, forget about it," I muttered, flipping through the document. Ethan chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "I would never do that. I'd never put you in restraints... unless maybe you wanted it." "Perv," I hissed, my cheeks heating despite myself. The pages rustled as I flipped through them quickly, scanning for any hidden clauses or sinister fine print. I wasn’t about to trust him blindly—not after everything. My eyes darted from line to line, my heart racing for no good reason. I wasn't a lawyer, but I could understand enough to know I wasn’t about to sell my soul. "I panicked for nothing," I frowned, slamming the document shut. "There's nothing bad in here." Ethan smirked, leaning back in his chair, the picture of confidence. "I know. I just wanted to teach you a lesson." "A lesson in what? Trusting you? Not happening." I rolled my eyes and shoved the papers across the table, putting as much space as I could between the

    Last Updated : 2024-12-09
  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    10: THE REAL BRIDE

    The sound of the front door opening caught me mid-thought. My eyes darted toward it as sharp voices echoed down the hall, growing louder with each step. A chill ran down my spine, a sense of unease settling in my chest. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I glanced at Ethan, who sat casually across from me, his expression unreadable. But the slight tightening of his jaw told me he wasn’t thrilled about whoever had just walked in. Eleanor stood in the living room, her eyes focused on her phone as she muttered to herself. She was neatly dressed in a tight pant suit and her hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face."Be quick, darling. I don't have all day" she yelled at someone who was at the door.My face immediately fell when I saw whom she was speaking to.Samantha walked in, dragging a large designer suitcase that I was certain cost more than my rent.She stood beside Eleanor and they conversed in hushed tones.We hurried downstairs and Ethan looked as pale as a ghost. “Ethan,” E

    Last Updated : 2024-12-09
  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    11: SAVIOR IN BLUE JEANS

    It felt like my brain was being split in half. My eyes felt extremely heavy and my body felt like I had been crushed by a truck.The feeling of the soft mattress against my body gave me a little relief, only, this wasn't my bed and I had never made it home last night. I vaguely remember getting into a taxi but I have no idea if I made it out of the club.I turned and writhed in the large bed until I found the energy to stand up.The very unfamiliar room was tactfully decorated with large wooden furniture and floor length curtains that blocked sunlight from entering the room.Aside the standard decoration, there was nothing else.Nothing to give me a clue as to who owned the room I was in. No pictures or paintings or even a jacket or sweater.I sighed and said a short prayer as I grabbed the shiny doorknob..Locked.I really need to find a way to stop getting locked in.I yanked the door knob severally, my frustration rising each passing minute.Who the fuck had done this? I folded t

    Last Updated : 2024-12-12
  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    12: SAVIOUR IN BLUE JEANS 2

    ~ETHAN~ I always wondered what went on in her thick skull.How can somebody with such high academic qualifications, one of the smartest women I've ever met and a total genius, think like a fucking squirell? Her emotions were always ahead of her, she acted without fucking thinking and she gets hurt at the end. Anger was a meager way to describe the emotions I felt. That sick bastard, he was beyond lucky he didn't lay his filthy hands on my wife.It gave me extreme pleasure to watch him beg for his life as my fist ravaged his stupid face.The scars would always remind him not to mess with what's mine and most especially, not to ever drug any woman. The police arrived quicker than I had expected and in few minutes, the sick bastard was handcuffed and escorted out of his apartment.I would make sure he spends a good time in prison. How did I hire such a sick creep in the first place?Losing his job will render him useless, he'd be plunged deep into debt and he would forever regret the

    Last Updated : 2024-12-13
  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    13: AN ANGRY BLONDE

    The sharp, relentless pounding on the door jolted me awake. My heart thundered in my chest as I blinked, disoriented, the faint glow of moonlight streaming into the room. Maddy stirred beside me, her small body curling further into the warmth of the blankets. For a moment, I wanted to ignore it—let whoever it was stay outside and figure their shit out—but the banging only grew louder, more aggressive. I carefully slid out of bed, tucking the blankets around her sleeping form. She mumbled something incoherent but didn’t wake. Running a hand through my hair, I padded toward the door, my muscles tense. Whoever was pounding like that better have a damn good reason. The moment I opened the door, Samantha shoved past me, her heels clacking furiously against the marble floor. “What the hell is wrong with you, Ethan?” she spat, her green eyes flashing with rage. I stepped in front of her, blocking her path toward the bed. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know what time it is? I tho

    Last Updated : 2024-12-13
  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    14: A YEAR DUMBER

    ~MADISON I stared at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing the midnight blue dress I had carefully chosen for the evening. The silk fabric hugged my figure perfectly, flowing down in elegant folds. It was the kind of dress that made you feel confident, beautiful, even when your heart wasn’t quite in it. The warm light from the vanity caught on the delicate silver necklace I wore, a simple piece that Ethan had given me months ago. It was my birthday, and despite everything—the fights, the cold distance between us, his increasing absences—I wanted to believe tonight would be different. He’d promised we’d go to dinner. He’d promised to make time for me. I glanced at the clock on the wall. 7:30 PM. The reservation was for eight, but Ethan was nowhere to be seen. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made you acutely aware of your own breathing. “Ma’am?” The soft knock at the door startled me. One of the staff, Maria, peeked her head in. “Would you like me to check with

    Last Updated : 2024-12-13

Latest chapter

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    17: HARRY

    The event had been exhausting. The endless small talk, the fake smiles, and the way Ethan’s eyes followed me all night—I felt like a bird in a gilded cage. By the time the everything ended, all I wanted was to disappear into the quiet sanctuary of my room. I lingered near the grand staircase of the pottery studio, pretending to be engrossed in my phone as people around me trickled out. I could feel Ethan’s gaze on me even before I looked up. When I finally did, there he was, cutting through the crowd like he owned the world. His suit was stained with clay from the exercise and he wiped the spot profusely as he walked towards me. “Ms Taylor,” he said as he approached, his voice lower than usual, as if he were trying not to startle me. I froze, gripping my purse tighter. “Mr King” “You're going home with me” he said, his tone soft but firm. The words hung between us like a challenge and the bystanders who had heard what he said gasped and stared daggers at me. My instinct screamed

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    SIXTEEN

    ~ETHAN The air was thick with awkward tension as I walked into the brightly lit pottery studio. It was an unconventional place for a corporate team-building exercise, but King Enterprises had recently partnered with this studio as part of a local arts initiative. My PR team insisted this event would be good for employee morale and our public image. I wasn’t convinced. The large room smelled of clay and faintly of paint, with rows of pottery wheels and long tables neatly arranged. The studio walls were decorated with shelves of colorful pottery, cheerful and inviting—a sharp contrast to the stiff, uneasy energy radiating from my employees. I scanned the room quickly, my gaze landing on Maddy at the far end. She was standing alone, looking painfully out of place amidst the clusters of coworkers who whispered and laughed amongst themselves. Samantha, of course, was front and center, making sure everyone noticed her. She tossed her hair back dramatically and laughed a little too loud

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    FIFTEEN

    ~ETHAN The drive home was quieter than usual, a stark contrast to the chaos in my head. My thoughts kept circling back to Maddy—her voice, the way her eyes lit up when she mentioned her birthday plans. I could still hear her teasing me about wearing something "other than a suit" to dinner tonight. I’d intended to make it. I really had. But the day had spiraled out of control. A client crisis, endless phone calls, and the suffocating weight of managing the company had consumed every second. By the time I realized how late it was, the clock on my dashboard read 11:15 PM. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, frustration bubbling under my skin. I’d missed it. I missed her. As I parked in the driveway, the house loomed ahead of me, its windows glowing faintly against the dark night. The air felt heavy as I walked to the door, turning the key in the lock. The silence inside was deafening. No staff bustling about, no soft hum of conversation. Just the muted tick of the grandfather cloc

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    14: A YEAR DUMBER

    ~MADISON I stared at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing the midnight blue dress I had carefully chosen for the evening. The silk fabric hugged my figure perfectly, flowing down in elegant folds. It was the kind of dress that made you feel confident, beautiful, even when your heart wasn’t quite in it. The warm light from the vanity caught on the delicate silver necklace I wore, a simple piece that Ethan had given me months ago. It was my birthday, and despite everything—the fights, the cold distance between us, his increasing absences—I wanted to believe tonight would be different. He’d promised we’d go to dinner. He’d promised to make time for me. I glanced at the clock on the wall. 7:30 PM. The reservation was for eight, but Ethan was nowhere to be seen. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made you acutely aware of your own breathing. “Ma’am?” The soft knock at the door startled me. One of the staff, Maria, peeked her head in. “Would you like me to check with

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    13: AN ANGRY BLONDE

    The sharp, relentless pounding on the door jolted me awake. My heart thundered in my chest as I blinked, disoriented, the faint glow of moonlight streaming into the room. Maddy stirred beside me, her small body curling further into the warmth of the blankets. For a moment, I wanted to ignore it—let whoever it was stay outside and figure their shit out—but the banging only grew louder, more aggressive. I carefully slid out of bed, tucking the blankets around her sleeping form. She mumbled something incoherent but didn’t wake. Running a hand through my hair, I padded toward the door, my muscles tense. Whoever was pounding like that better have a damn good reason. The moment I opened the door, Samantha shoved past me, her heels clacking furiously against the marble floor. “What the hell is wrong with you, Ethan?” she spat, her green eyes flashing with rage. I stepped in front of her, blocking her path toward the bed. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know what time it is? I tho

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    12: SAVIOUR IN BLUE JEANS 2

    ~ETHAN~ I always wondered what went on in her thick skull.How can somebody with such high academic qualifications, one of the smartest women I've ever met and a total genius, think like a fucking squirell? Her emotions were always ahead of her, she acted without fucking thinking and she gets hurt at the end. Anger was a meager way to describe the emotions I felt. That sick bastard, he was beyond lucky he didn't lay his filthy hands on my wife.It gave me extreme pleasure to watch him beg for his life as my fist ravaged his stupid face.The scars would always remind him not to mess with what's mine and most especially, not to ever drug any woman. The police arrived quicker than I had expected and in few minutes, the sick bastard was handcuffed and escorted out of his apartment.I would make sure he spends a good time in prison. How did I hire such a sick creep in the first place?Losing his job will render him useless, he'd be plunged deep into debt and he would forever regret the

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    11: SAVIOR IN BLUE JEANS

    It felt like my brain was being split in half. My eyes felt extremely heavy and my body felt like I had been crushed by a truck.The feeling of the soft mattress against my body gave me a little relief, only, this wasn't my bed and I had never made it home last night. I vaguely remember getting into a taxi but I have no idea if I made it out of the club.I turned and writhed in the large bed until I found the energy to stand up.The very unfamiliar room was tactfully decorated with large wooden furniture and floor length curtains that blocked sunlight from entering the room.Aside the standard decoration, there was nothing else.Nothing to give me a clue as to who owned the room I was in. No pictures or paintings or even a jacket or sweater.I sighed and said a short prayer as I grabbed the shiny doorknob..Locked.I really need to find a way to stop getting locked in.I yanked the door knob severally, my frustration rising each passing minute.Who the fuck had done this? I folded t

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    10: THE REAL BRIDE

    The sound of the front door opening caught me mid-thought. My eyes darted toward it as sharp voices echoed down the hall, growing louder with each step. A chill ran down my spine, a sense of unease settling in my chest. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I glanced at Ethan, who sat casually across from me, his expression unreadable. But the slight tightening of his jaw told me he wasn’t thrilled about whoever had just walked in. Eleanor stood in the living room, her eyes focused on her phone as she muttered to herself. She was neatly dressed in a tight pant suit and her hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face."Be quick, darling. I don't have all day" she yelled at someone who was at the door.My face immediately fell when I saw whom she was speaking to.Samantha walked in, dragging a large designer suitcase that I was certain cost more than my rent.She stood beside Eleanor and they conversed in hushed tones.We hurried downstairs and Ethan looked as pale as a ghost. “Ethan,” E

  • Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully    9: THE CONTRACT

    "If I unknowingly signed to become your slave for life, forget about it," I muttered, flipping through the document. Ethan chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "I would never do that. I'd never put you in restraints... unless maybe you wanted it." "Perv," I hissed, my cheeks heating despite myself. The pages rustled as I flipped through them quickly, scanning for any hidden clauses or sinister fine print. I wasn’t about to trust him blindly—not after everything. My eyes darted from line to line, my heart racing for no good reason. I wasn't a lawyer, but I could understand enough to know I wasn’t about to sell my soul. "I panicked for nothing," I frowned, slamming the document shut. "There's nothing bad in here." Ethan smirked, leaning back in his chair, the picture of confidence. "I know. I just wanted to teach you a lesson." "A lesson in what? Trusting you? Not happening." I rolled my eyes and shoved the papers across the table, putting as much space as I could between the

DMCA.com Protection Status