Last night, I showed up to clean a billionaire’s penthouse with a busted lip and a suitcase.
I caught my ex cheating and then he locked me out of our apartment and kept everything.
The only place I could think to go was the only job I still had.
I let myself in with the key he leaves under the mat, thinking he’d be gone like he always is on Saturdays.
But he was sitting at the kitchen counter in the dark.
He looked up from his glass, and I watched his eyes move from my suitcase to my lip.
He didn'''t say a word, just stood up slowly and walked over to me. I started to explain, my voice cracking, ‘I’m sorry. I just need a few hours until I figure out where to—’
He took the suitcase and set it by the hallway that leads to his guest room.
Then he came back, tilted my chin up with two fingers, and looked at the bruise on my lip.
His jaw tightened so hard I could see the muscles flexing.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, and said, ‘I need his name. The boyfriend. Find him tonight.’
Then he looked down at me, his voice low and barely steady, and growled,
‘You’re staying here tonight, and tomorrow we’re getting your things.’
I caught my ex cheating and then he locked me out of our apartment and kept everything.
The only place I could think to go was the only job I still had.
I let myself in with the key he leaves under the mat, thinking he’d be gone like he always is on Saturdays.
But he was sitting at the kitchen counter in the dark.
He looked up from his glass, and I watched his eyes move from my suitcase to my lip.
He didn'''t say a word, just stood up slowly and walked over to me. I started to explain, my voice cracking, ‘I’m sorry. I just need a few hours until I figure out where to—’
He took the suitcase and set it by the hallway that leads to his guest room.
Then he came back, tilted my chin up with two fingers, and looked at the bruise on my lip.
His jaw tightened so hard I could see the muscles flexing.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, and said, ‘I need his name. The boyfriend. Find him tonight.’
Then he looked down at me, his voice low and barely steady, and growled,
‘You’re staying here tonight, and tomorrow we’re getting your things.’
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