The Room Service Revenge

Summary

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: