Royal Bad Boy

Was she crazy? Why would she invite a thief to live with her? She had probably never heard of “feeding a tiger to one’s own detriment.” But when she heard this thief was a kleptomaniac, she couldn’t just let him go. Fine, I’ll feed you and let you live here, but do I have to make your bed, too? And you’re being picky about breakfast? Do you have to lie on the sofa while I’m busy in the kitchen? The nightmare had just started. All of her jobs—temp worker at the fast food place, part-time job as an illustrator—were now all gone because of this thief. Did he have to make her life hell?