Your Suite, My Rules

Synopsis

Three years after the breakup, I was working as a trainee front desk clerk at the seven-star hotel I owned. Alex Sterling, my ex-boyfriend, showed up with his new girlfriend, Chloe Grant, wrapped around his arm. They were the first guests to check into the hotel's top-floor presidential suite. "Alex, this place is gorgeous," Chloe cooed, snuggling up to him. "I hope the service is up to the same standard. I'd hate for some random people to ruin our night." Her eyes drifted pointedly to the name tag pinned to my chest, [Evelyn Starr]. Alex casually swiped his key card to unlock the door without looking at me. That night, I received three calls from his room. The first time, he said, "The sheets are dirty. Send over new ones." I called room service. Two hours later, he called again. "The towels in the bathroom aren't soft enough. Have them replaced." I called room service again. At two in the morning, the phone rang for the third time. Before he could say a word, I answered in my most professional tone, "Sorry, Mr. Sterling, room service is off duty." A familiar chuckle came from the other end, cold and laced with malice. "Then do it yourself." He paused before adding, "Get your ass up here."