The Breakup — Episode 1

Three years after the breakup, I went into my hockey ex, Weston Cain, at the biggest hotel in I was working the front desk. He was checking in with his new girlfriend to the presidential suite. That night, his room called three times.

The sheets are dirty. Send someone up. I called housekeeping. Twenty minutes later, he called again. Same complaint.

I called housekeeping again. At 2 a.m., the third call came. I'm sorry, sir. Housekeeping is off for the night. Then you come up. You change them.

He hung up before I could answer. penthouse guy called three times in one night either he drinks too much wine or something he wants me to come up and do it myself just because he's balling in a penthouse suite doesn't mean he can treat us like his personal bellboy

yes ha right away that was the manager penthouse guy is asking for you by name now who the hell is this guy i didn't answer but i knew if i don't toe the line i would be out on my ass 15 minutes later i stood outside the presidential suite my hand hovering over the doorbell feeling like i was walking to my own execution the door opened before i rang he stood there shirtless

towel dragging through wet hair and stepped back to let me in water ran behind the bathroom door thanks for coming up my girlfriend's sensitive she can't sleep on a damp bed