The Room Service Revenge
Language: en
Three years after we broke up. I ran into Lucas Sterling again at a luxury hotel. I was the front desk receptionist. He checked into the Presidential Suite with a woman on his arm. That night, I received three calls from his room. The first time, he said, "The sheets are dirty. Change them." I sent housekeeping up to handle it. Two hours later, he called again to change the sheets. I complied. At 2 AM, he called a third time. I politely refused before he could even speak: "I'm sorry, sir, housekeeping has already clocked out." The man chuckled softly, his voice careless: "Then…