The Billionaire In The Treehouse

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themselves to find me a husband only that the 'husband' they found me is a grumpy widower who also has

d have thought if I had any sleep at all. I have never really been away fr

ged anywhere other than my bedroom since I moved to Seattle. I glanced at the clo

a great start but at least I'd have something to keep myself w

ne but at least that's out of my list of chores. I sucked in my breath and grabbed all of the trash I

rom my place, I can barely see anything but the roof of the house but there i

g up but this tree still drops at least three bags of leaves everyday. It's aggravating. I dumped the trash on the ground and

e on it, why do I have to do manua

e that was constantly telling me the owners of this house are fucking rich an

nd knocked on the door, it beeped twice which I took as a sign to come in. When I walked in, rage didn't allow me

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dn't hear me no matter how much I scream. I tapped his shou

nd. I know you are rich and you have probably never touched a broom in your life but I'm fucking tired of sp

e irritated, I turned towards the exit and walked out. As I began climb

the floor, his video game controller on the other side of the room, he was tryi

d I wish I could take b

his chair and pushed it closer to him. "

on top of his voice,

up from him, water sw

rry," I

t!" He

pain surged through me at the thought of the cruel thing I just did. I reache

from home and the past two weeks of my life has been the

king a shower. I dressed for work and left the house, hoping

w, my co-worker said just as I made m

awned tiredly, joining

d-dishes. I don't know my way around here properly y

e is a mess," I

ep and you work at a restaurant despite your MD degree,"

k it out on some poor crippled bo

runs an illegal gambling room in the basement, is obsesse

r?" She asked, pa

?" I asked