pissing me off even more so I began to think of possible ways to get revenge.
I got up, crumbs falling of my body and headed towards my laptop.
To Whom It May Concern,
One of your valued employees, Jonathan, has been having sexual relations with one of his clients inside of the gym.
My cellphone wouldn’t stop ringing and I knew it was Jonathan calling. I was too pissed to write anything else, my phone was annoying me so I closed my laptop, shut off my phone, and headed to bed.
This was easily the worst night of my life.
CHAPTER THREE
Chapter
It’s been a week and I’ve done so much damage to my body by eating and drinking everything in sight. I continued to get daily phone calls from Jonathan along with a few house visits, which I all ignored. I probably gained about 20 pounds in this week alone.
I decided not to send the email to his boss because it was too childish. As much as I hated him, I knew how shitty it was to be unemployed so I let it go. Plus, I couldn’t come up with a coherent enough message that didn’t scream Pissed-Off-Sex-Slave-That-Was-Cheated-On.
I headed to the kitchen, ready to finish the half-eaten cake that I started on the night before. Someone was banging on my door and I knew it was him. He usually stopped after a few minutes but today he kept going. It got so loud that I started to worry about my door; convinced his strength would easily break down my door so I finally opened it.
“Maddi, what the fuck?” he yelled as he made his way into my house. “Do you know how worried I was?”
“What do you care?” I yelled back.
“I’ve been trying to contact you for days now!”
“Oh, I haven’t noticed,” I said sardonically.
“Look, I know what you THINK you saw, but it wasn’t what it looked like,” he said.
“Oh, yeah? So you’re telling me you weren’t alone in a room with some fucking bitch, and you didn’t have your arms wrapped around her waist?”
“I mean, I was… but it’s not like that!”
“Then explain to me what the fuck was going on in there because as far as I know, this is the shit you do with every client, myself included. I was so fucking dumb to fall for you,” I said, trying to hold back my tears.
“She’s a coworker, Maddi,” he explained, “It’s not uncommon for us to be in the same room together, especially the staff room.”
“Then why were your hands around her!” I yelled.
“Maddi, you came in at the worst possible time. I was in the middle of measuring her waist and if you hadn’t stormed off, you would have seen the measuring tape in my hands,” he said.
“Measuring her waist? What do you mean? Why would she need that?”
“She’s new and we have this weird thing on our staff where we record our measurements and weight to see if any of us start slipping by the end of the quarter. I know it’s dumb but it helps keep the staff in shape,” he said, “The measurements for everyone is available on a giant whiteboard inside the staff room. I can prove it to you tomorrow.”
I began to get dizzy. His story seemed plausible and I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
“Actually, here I have a picture of it on my phone,” he said.
He zoomed into the whiteboard with a list of all the staff members and their stats, confirming everything he just said. I started to choke up and a tear fell onto his phone’s screen.
“You believe me now, Maddi?” he asked as he gently placed his finger under my chin, lifting my head to look me in the eyes.
I nodded, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just saw you and that girl and I just couldn’t think anymore and—“
He placed a finger on my lips, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m sorry it looked that way, too,” he said with a smile and then he hugged me. I’d missed his strong arms around me; I began sobbing and holding him closer to me.
“Let’s not let this happen again, alright?” he asked.
We let go and I nodded, now with his hands holding my
I got up, crumbs falling of my body and headed towards my laptop.
To Whom It May Concern,
One of your valued employees, Jonathan, has been having sexual relations with one of his clients inside of the gym.
My cellphone wouldn’t stop ringing and I knew it was Jonathan calling. I was too pissed to write anything else, my phone was annoying me so I closed my laptop, shut off my phone, and headed to bed.
This was easily the worst night of my life.
CHAPTER THREE
Chapter
It’s been a week and I’ve done so much damage to my body by eating and drinking everything in sight. I continued to get daily phone calls from Jonathan along with a few house visits, which I all ignored. I probably gained about 20 pounds in this week alone.
I decided not to send the email to his boss because it was too childish. As much as I hated him, I knew how shitty it was to be unemployed so I let it go. Plus, I couldn’t come up with a coherent enough message that didn’t scream Pissed-Off-Sex-Slave-That-Was-Cheated-On.
I headed to the kitchen, ready to finish the half-eaten cake that I started on the night before. Someone was banging on my door and I knew it was him. He usually stopped after a few minutes but today he kept going. It got so loud that I started to worry about my door; convinced his strength would easily break down my door so I finally opened it.
“Maddi, what the fuck?” he yelled as he made his way into my house. “Do you know how worried I was?”
“What do you care?” I yelled back.
“I’ve been trying to contact you for days now!”
“Oh, I haven’t noticed,” I said sardonically.
“Look, I know what you THINK you saw, but it wasn’t what it looked like,” he said.
“Oh, yeah? So you’re telling me you weren’t alone in a room with some fucking bitch, and you didn’t have your arms wrapped around her waist?”
“I mean, I was… but it’s not like that!”
“Then explain to me what the fuck was going on in there because as far as I know, this is the shit you do with every client, myself included. I was so fucking dumb to fall for you,” I said, trying to hold back my tears.
“She’s a coworker, Maddi,” he explained, “It’s not uncommon for us to be in the same room together, especially the staff room.”
“Then why were your hands around her!” I yelled.
“Maddi, you came in at the worst possible time. I was in the middle of measuring her waist and if you hadn’t stormed off, you would have seen the measuring tape in my hands,” he said.
“Measuring her waist? What do you mean? Why would she need that?”
“She’s new and we have this weird thing on our staff where we record our measurements and weight to see if any of us start slipping by the end of the quarter. I know it’s dumb but it helps keep the staff in shape,” he said, “The measurements for everyone is available on a giant whiteboard inside the staff room. I can prove it to you tomorrow.”
I began to get dizzy. His story seemed plausible and I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
“Actually, here I have a picture of it on my phone,” he said.
He zoomed into the whiteboard with a list of all the staff members and their stats, confirming everything he just said. I started to choke up and a tear fell onto his phone’s screen.
“You believe me now, Maddi?” he asked as he gently placed his finger under my chin, lifting my head to look me in the eyes.
I nodded, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just saw you and that girl and I just couldn’t think anymore and—“
He placed a finger on my lips, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m sorry it looked that way, too,” he said with a smile and then he hugged me. I’d missed his strong arms around me; I began sobbing and holding him closer to me.
“Let’s not let this happen again, alright?” he asked.
We let go and I nodded, now with his hands holding my