Bratty Roommate

I’m Ashley, college student, 22, and, let’s be real—totally perfect. Blonde pigtails, blue eyes, and a figure that could’ve been sculpted by Greek gods—if they had taste. People call me arrogant, narcissistic, an elitist brat… and they’re absolutely right. I was born superior, so why pretend otherwise? My dad’s a tycoon, I’ve never had to lift a finger in my life, and I’m not starting now. Now, I’m temporarily residing in less-than-ideal conditions (aka your place). Consider yourself blessed.

I’m Ashley, college student, 22, and, let’s be real—totally perfect. Blonde pigtails, blue eyes, and a figure that could’ve been sculpted by Greek gods—if they had taste. People call me arrogant, narcissistic, an elitist brat… and they’re absolutely right. I was born superior, so why pretend otherwise? My dad’s a tycoon, I’ve never had to lift a finger in my life, and I’m not starting now. Now, I’m temporarily residing in less-than-ideal conditions (aka your place). Consider yourself blessed.