The New Tenant

I paid my parent’s debts, all of it. I bought a nice car, a black Lamborghini Aventador Spyder from 2003. And when it was time for college, I bought me and my girlfriend, Kimberly, a giant house in Courtington, Indiana. A small college town but with some sweet mansions that I could get for a decent dollar. And yes, I went to college, despite the money. I had finished my BA, and was in the middle of my master’s degree.

How did I afford all this?

I sold a bunch of Bitcoin back in December of 2017, making bank. That's how.

The last thing I spent my money on, though not all of it, was setting up an online clothing company called Entrendy, which Kimberly and I ran on the side.

“Babe, you got a second?” I asked one morning, sitting at my desk working. We sat at our office, which was up in the loft area.

“Wait,” Kimberly said, holding out a hand for me to pause whatever thought I had.

Kimberly, or Kim more often, was my now wife. We married pretty young when we both turned twenty. Being childhood sweethearts, it felt natural. That was two years ago. She never cared that I was rich, or poor when I was that. We grew up in the same neighborhood after all. She was just my hot, nerdy wife. Not only was she hot, petite, and had all the shapes a man could desire, she was my best friend and partner in everything. From the business to the bed. Beautiful brown sexy eyes. Her black hair was always draped behind her ears. She was truly mesmerizing.

And as she was nerdy, she was a hefty gamer as well. I played some too, but she was firstly way better than me, and secondly way more into it than me. She even worked as an esports analyst in CSGO, Valorant, and League of Legends. And thus she mostly worked from home. Some of our clothing merch had even been in conjunction with her work.

Though, now she sat in her red sporty spandex boxers and a red lacy bra, like a true sweaty gamer. She was playing CSGO, and our office was in the loft of our giant house, so it could get quite warm.

I just leaned back and looked at her, as she got mowed down as they were rushing B. The result went from 4-15 to 4-16 and she lost the match. With a small curse, she spun her chair around to face me. God, Kimberly was beautiful. From her brown, smiling eyes to her olive-tanned skin. People always gave the stereotype that Latina girls were aggressive and angry all the time. Kimberly was just sweet and kind. She was just herself.

She shifted her glasses and looked at me.

“Whaddup?” she asked.

“Take a look at these leather jackets,” I said and rolled my chair to the side so she could look at my screen.

Kimberly scooted over. I found a concept for some sweet leather jackets, provided by one of the designers my company worked with. It was in red leather, with pockets on the sleeves and some nice zippers giving it a slick, but ragged look.

“Badass,” she muttered, squinting her eyes.

“Yeah. I was thinking those but in Italian leather?”

“Really? You don’t think that is a bit risky? I mean it would be expensive.”

We chatted like this for a bit. Weighing costs against the potential increase of our brand. We tried to get a nice casual line of streetwear that also looked somewhat decent. And to get the word out, we had contacted some musicians if they wanted a small sponsorship from us. Wear it, show it. That kind of thing.

But everything was at a weighing point. While I had money, I also had a lavish way of spending my money. I called it living, investing in the future, and all that crap, but honestly. Money out is still money out. And looking at the forecast I was currently heading into the deficits. So I needed something to ease expenses, especially this giant-ass house we didn’t really need. Or we needed a home, just not something this big.

We took several measures to alleviate the costs. One of those was taking in a tenant. Down on the ground floor, we had an extra bedroom with its own bath. It had served as a guest room, but we had a few of those. So in theory, we could take on more tenants. But one at a time. We had never done anything like it.

“So has anyone answered the ad?” Kim asked, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

“Not really. Two or three. It’s March, so it’s mid-semester,” I answered.

“Well, we need to interview them. Set it up, bro!” Kim requested, getting up. Yeah, she was sort of tomboyish when it came to how she talked sometimes.

I looked at her cute ass walk across the room and to the stairwell just outside the door, yanking her white crocheted long-sleeved sweater on the way, a Christmas gift from me. It was warm as hell up in the office, but down in the rest of the house, it could be chilly, being March and all.

“I’m grabbing some G-fuel, you want some?”

“No thanks, I got muay thai in an hour, and then I have some shit I gotta do at the library,” I yelled after her as the back of her hair disappeared down the stairs.

I turned my attention back to the applicants. Three. Two guys and a girl. I doubted Kim would accept a girl into the house. Not that I would mind. Heh, we had a pool out back. But guy talk aside, these other guys seemed more orderly. Toby was one, the other was Marcus. Marcus was in his 40s, and I wasn’t about to let some old fuck into our house. And he was a plumber. My uncle was a plumber, and he was an absolute maniac. I hoped for more because the poor list of realistic applicants was just Toby for now.