The Tenant Freida Mcfadden Quotes

Is it such an awful thing to want retribution against people who have wronged you?

They say you’re supposed to dress for the job you want.

I have been unemployed for sixty-two days. Not that I’m counting.

I bet you five bucks Krista never saw that coming.

So you see, when I stabbed Krista that night, I wasn’t saving Blake’s life. I was saving my own. I bet you five bucks Krista never saw that coming.

If she had sex with a guy, she’d probably have to devour him after the mating ritual was over.

Anyway, it’s all on my credit card, and that bill isn’t coming for two more weeks. That’s a problem for Future Blake.

I imagine what would happen if I went downstairs to the kitchen and boiled some water, then brought it up here and threw it in his face. That would change his life forever. The burns he would sustain would be permanent—his face would be scarred for the rest of his life. He might lose his vision. He’d never cheat on me again, that’s for sure.

I've never done anything to make you distrust me... And that true.. Well, as far as she knows.

As good as it felt getting a little bit of revenge, I have a feeling that I have just made a fatal error.

I don’t need a drink!” I snap at him. “I need a car.

Parking is hard to come by on our street (or anywhere in Manhattan), which is why I don’t own a car.

He bought this place ages ago, when real estate in the city was still relatively cheap, and he expects everything to be done the way it was when he first moved in, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth.

I turn the faucet in the shower to ice cold and step into the stream. I’ve heard ice-cold showers are for psychopaths, but I’m addicted—I’ve been doing it since college. It’s an extra rush of adrenaline after I’ve come down from the high of my workout.

When she complained I wasn’t hugging her tightly enough, we came up with a ten-point scale to determine how tight of a hug we needed given how shitty we were feeling at that exact moment. I know—we’re so cute, you want to vomit.

Man, there’s nothing like good home-baked cookies.

Anyway, if she didn’t want her hair to catch fire, she shouldn’t have worn so much hair spray.

When I want something, I never let anything get in my way.

I’ve never done anything to make you distrust me,” I point out. And that’s true. Well, as far as she knows.

You know what? I have had enough of Mr. H. Zimmerly. I’ve been dealing with him practically every week since I moved here. And now? I’m done. Done.

I take deep breaths, but I can’t calm myself down. Whitney has infested my home with fruit flies, given me a horrible rash, killed my fish, and wrecked my relationship with the only woman I’ve ever loved. And for what? I can’t take one more second of this. This is it. It’s over. She’s done.

Yes, I absolutely do. But I can tell from the way Krista is saying it that the right answer is no. “Listen,” I say. “I genuinely don’t know how the lipstick ended up on my collar. But I promise you, I was not messing around on you. I would never do that.” “Uh-huh.

Although I don’t admit that her accusation leaves me with an uneasy feeling. “I’m not imagining anything. Whitney despises me.

Whitney killed our fish. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. And I have a bad feeling this is just the beginning.

Another woman?” Zimmerly grumbles. “My God, how many do you need,

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Uh-oh.” Malcolm elbows me in the ribs. “Sounds like trouble, right right right?

Are you a Scorpio?

My stomach drops. Is it possible that Whitney moving into my house isn’t just a horrible coincidence? Is it possible that she somehow engineered all

He’s going to kill you,” the older woman blurts out. “Blake is going to kill you, Krista. You have to get away from here.

It

My boss’s secretary, Stacie, is standing at the open door to my office, her fist poised to rap on the doorframe to get my attention. And she’s got my attention. In that skirt—yes, holy crap, she has my attention.

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Yeah, I was just looking through my kitchen, and I found these fingers. How about that?

What kind of chump tries to jump out the window when he’s got an office like this? What an idiot. He couldn’t handle the pressure. I can.

As I turn away from the window and follow Stacie out of the office, it doesn’t even occur to me that in the next five minutes, my whole life will come crashing down.

They shake hands, but a split second after their palms make contact, Quillizabeth yanks her hand away as if she’s been scalded. She stumbles back, her hands trembling.

When I want something, I never let anything get in my way.” I bob my head. “Same.

In fact, I think there’s a chance Whitney killed Mr. Zimmerly. I think something terrible may have happened in our living room.

And also, his throat has been split by a bloody gash.

after all, I will be single again very soon.

In fact, I sort of like her.

That’s ridiculous. I love Krista. I would never do anything to hurt her.

Except… Why does this voice in the back of my head keep telling me to get rid of her right now, while I still can?

usually only have one drink per night, and only a couple of times a week.

I’m a good guy.” I reach for her hand, and I can’t help notice that, like Quillizabeth, she is shaking. “You know I am. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or anyone. You know that.

And she’s just my type too.

You’re more important.” My voice is firm—it’s the voice people don’t say no to.

She reaches over to give me a level seven hug, which is tight enough to give me another modicum of hope. I hold her long enough that Becky gives me a look of disapproval. But Becky can go to hell. One way or another, I am getting Krista back.

Again, there’s that laughter in Whitney’s eyes. She’s enjoying this. She loves that Krista believes her over me.

If you see me eat more than four of them, feel free to stage an intervention.

I know—we’re so cute, you want to vomit.

He’s going to stab you with a kitchen knife.” Quillizabeth points a shaky finger at the rug beneath our feet. “It’s going to happen right here. I saw a vision of him crouching over your body, watching you bleed to death.

Krista answers the door this time while I brace myself for whoever is on the other side.Who knows what this prospective tenant will be? A convicted murderer in chains? A cannibal? A fire-breathing dragon? At this point, nothing would surprise me. But the woman standing in the doorway looks... normal.

Thump

I discovered he was dating a skinny girl with white-blond hair who smoked like a chimney—such a disgusting habit.

I don’t look like a temp. I look like a vice president.

In fact, I think there’s a chance Whitney killed Mr. Zimmerly. I think something terrible may have happened in our living room. I think Whitney might be trying to frame me for murder.

I do love him. So much. But I don’t trust him.

But I’m not going to let that happen. I won’t let Blake get away with what he’s done to me. I’m going to make him pay. Just like Jordan. Just like the rest of them. Love, Whitney

And what is even worse is the contents of the message: I had a great time tonight. If you ever change your mind about doing it again, you know where to find me. Well, that’s that.

It will be an entertaining experiment. I’ll do it for the science.

Goodbye, Elijah,” I tell him. He doesn’t answer.

My mother taught me that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and it’s one of the few pieces of advice from her that stuck with me. No

Krista and I have been together for two years,

What’s the worst that can happen? I drop dead?

I don’t want to let a detective into my house right now—or ever, really.

She was one of those girls who were always surrounded by friends, but you could tell none of them were true friends. And if anyone did anything she didn’t like, she made it her business to wreck their lives.

assaulted by the floral perfume that Becky always wears too much of. I don’t know how Krista can stand it. It’s all I can do not to breathe through my mouth whenever I’m near her.

The microwave dings. Whitney pulls out the Styrofoam container, which has a burger and fries inside. A reheated cheeseburger and fries don’t seem very appealing, but Whitney doesn’t seem to mind.