GRAYSON'S POV :

I knock once, twice then stop knocking.

I could hear voices from the other side of the door, I raise my hand  to knock again but stop when I heard footsteps, then the door is open to reveal what I call a mess.

She stood in front of me supporting herself with the door's frame. her hair is comparable to that of a bird's nest, black bags under her green eyes like she has been  mourning, her cheeks stained with dry tears.

"I said it before  and I will say it again I am not renting you the room."she snarled.

"What if I pay twice the rent."I said hopping she would take the offer.

"No." she replied sternly.

"No." I repeated clearly frustrated "why won't you just rent me the damn room"

"Because I don't want to "she scowled.

What is wrong with this girl. I heard someone say something from inside the house but didn't bother to comprehend. I have never been so frustrated in my whole damn life. I unconsciously run my hand through my hair.I desperately need the room.

"Can you cook"she ask, bringing me back from my ocean of thoughts.

"Uh."I stared at her confused.

"Uh"she asked.

"Yes"I reply hopping she isn't thinking what i think she is thinking.

"Well that's it, you pay the normal rent and cook all the food and I

will rent you the room "she said with an eyebrow raised.

"So..... "She draw.

"Ok "  i replied  under my breath .

"Good, we can talk about the rest tomorrow "she said with a small smile then shut the door in my face. So weird.

I turned with my hands in my pocket and walk to my Bugatti.

A/An:Hey every one, like I said I am new to this so don't expect much, as a writer I am doing my best to make this story run , and for that I need your supports. Don't forget to vote and comment. Love yal.