“It's been weeks since you moved in with Freddy to the new house, so how is it going?” Natasha asks.

“It's not ‘the house’. It's my house. Regardless, everything is fine, we eat, work, chat a little, and have sex, sex, nearly every day. You were right, that shit is good... Nat, — he's a good guy.” I pull my sentence.

“Sheila you won't convince me that he’s a good guy just because he bought you a house… The only reason I tolerate this relationship is simply because it makes you happy. I'm also happy that you’re in a more comfortable house” she explains.

“Indeed… Thank you” I exclaim, I'm...