My Boyfriend Gave Me An Ultimatum Until He Forgot Whose Name Was On The Lease

appetite and late-night conversation. I saw a thirty-five-year-old parasite in a fitted T-shirt, standing in a home paid for by my work, holding out his sister’s expense sheet like a medieval tax decree.

Derek gave me his little smirk. “Well?”

I smiled. Not a big smile. Just enough.

“Fine,” I said.

He blinked, surprised by the ease of it. He had come prepared continue reading …