She doesn’t believe in love. I never thought it was possible. But living with her is rewriting everything I thought I knew— And walking away might not be an option. Readers who enjoy romance reads with close proximity and touch her and die vibes will love The Roommate Agreement by A. Akinosho, a steamy, fake dating, grumpy/sunshine, billionaire romance.
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One apartment. One fake boyfriend. One agreement waiting to be broken.
Makayla:
I’m tired of my dad playing matchmaker.
As a music teacher juggling life with sickle cell disease, I don’t have time—or energy—for forced dinner dates with “eligible men.”
So, I come up with a plan: find a fake boyfriend, let him move in, and make it believable.
Daniel was never supposed to say yes.
He’s a grumpy, emotionally walled-off lawyer who hates chaos and clings to solitude.
But now he’s in my apartment—tall, brooding, infuriatingly neat—and fitting into my world way too easily.
I don’t believe in love. Not when life has taught me it rarely sticks around.
But something about him feels dangerously real.
Daniel:
Something about her captured my attention the moment I met her.
I knew I was in trouble.
Controlled and always alone—that’s who I’ve been.
But I said yes before I could stop myself.
Because moving into her tea-scented, music-filled home was the only way I could be close to her.
She’s sunshine and sharp edges. She hums while stirring honey into her cup and smiles through pain like it’s nothing.
This was supposed to be pretend.
But with every stolen glance and late-night conversation, the line between real and fake keeps slipping.
She doesn’t believe in love.
I never thought it was possible.
But living with her is rewriting everything I thought I knew—
And walking away might not be an option.
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I leave her unit and head to the waiting car with Karl idling. Two emotions battle inside me, and Iʼm barely holding it together.
Relief—because she signed the contract. Frustration—sheʼs flying to London... and this date guy that she might get to hang out it.
Itʼs bad enough that I had to control all my senses around her. My lips crave to taste her, I could sleep to the sound of her voice, the unit was filled with the smell of the amazing pastries she baked but standing close to her I could still whiff her scent boy did I want to touch her and more so, squeeze that sexy ass of hers.
Snap out of it, you can feel your pant tightening and sheʼs going to visit a boy soon.
“Fuckˮ I mutter
“Sir, did you say somethingˮ
“Noˮ I respond right away. Itʼs crazy that a woman I havenʼt touch has this much effect on me, and the raging jealousy sipping through my brain isnʼt fun either. I almost wish I had a strong case to stop her from travelling to London and the fact that I donʼt make me angrier.
Karl pulls up to my building and my ride up isnʼt any better with my thoughts raging between desire for her and jealousy charging through my bones.
In my apartment, I found a suitcase and started to pack like Iʼm moving today but I know itʼs going to be a few days, I have my bags packed and ready to go. With the bags stuffed, it dawned on me that Iʼm back to non-stop thoughts of her and the fact sheʼs traveling to UK. I call the guys, and no one is available to hang out with me. I decided to go to the club; to get the edge off, thereʼs no way that I wonʼt pop multiple vessel the rate at which Iʼm going with
wanting her.
I know the last time I tried visiting the club, I achieved nothing and came back miserable. I canʼt stay here, I would be overtly miserable. Jerking off in my bathroom hasnʼt helped either. Now sheʼs taking her sexy ass across the ocean to another guy, and I canʼt do anything but find an ass that Iʼm quite sure will not satisfy me but might relief the closeness to the edge that Iʼm experiencing.
Shutting the suitcases and leaving them by the door. I leave and grab the keys to my Maserati.
I drive to the club and get my pick of a lady. She rides and fucks me, I release the all the pent-up energy. I let her go out of her way to please me. When sheʼs done, I know, only one of us is satisfied and it isnʼt me.
I leave the club and drive home, in the shower. Iʼm fucking hard just thinking about her again and the only relieve I get is when I help myself. Whatever edge I thought Iʼd walked away from was a temporary fix because Iʼm now back at the edge again. I fucking need Anu, I might as well release to her the thoughts of her everyday.
I sleep better when I let all fantasy of her play out in my head. I awake to the unwelcome thought and jealousy surrounding her travels.
Soon as I made it to the office, I give the signed agreement to Patrick.
“I need a signed copy sent to Ms Kuti right awayˮ
“Do you have her emailˮ
“Iʼll forward her phone number, make sure you have it sent to her and get the security code to the buildingˮ
“Security code, boss?ˮ
“Yes, Iʼll be moving in with her. Iʼm her new roommate.ˮ
I move pass him to my office, realizing that I needed to hear her voice. I call her anyways. Takes
three rings before she answers.
“Helloˮ she sounds sleepy
“Hi Anu, itʼs Danielˮ
“I know itʼs you. Is something wrong?ˮ
“No, I was going to have someone deliver the agreementˮ
“Iʼm not home but an email will be fine. Iʼll text you my email addressˮ
“Okay, Iʼll have my PA send you the agreement. I thought you were getting your laundry done last nightˮ
“Yeah, we did then decide to go out and returned to Nkemʼs place tiredˮ
“Okay, hope it was funˮ
“It was, until some asshole thought my father gave him permission to grind my ass with his stiff dickˮ I hold in my annoyance and try to sound neutral
“Are you okay?ˮ
“Iʼm fine, I informed him that Iʼm well trained in self-defense and very good at disarming unpleasant men by attacking their dick or I can give him a double dose of pepper spray, if he doesnʼt stop being an assholeˮ I burst into a laugh
“What did he sayˮ
“He walked away fast. Case closed counselorˮ Iʼm laughing at the extent of her ballsy, sheʼs certainly very interesting.
“Are you well trained in self-defense?ˮ I ask
“Well, my brother thought it would be prudent for me to learn how to defend myself and not be a
damsel in distress, lord knows being an ambassadorʼs daughter makes me an easy targetˮ
“Smart brother and Iʼll have to remember that you come ready to swing at short noticeˮ
“You better counselorˮ
“When are you leaving for London?ˮ
“Sunday evening and will be in London by Monday morning. I should be back by next Sunday, if my dad doesnʼt find a way to keep me longerˮ she says and I hope she doesnʼt stay longer
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About A. Akinosho
A. Akinosho lives in her own little nest in Illinois. An avid reader and enjoy reading thrillers, suspense and romance novels (partial to romance genre). When she's not reading or keeping up with life, she enjoys writing and creating twists to stories. She loves writing about diverse characters, friendship and overcoming challenges through what is perceived as a weakness.
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