Page 37 of Rent Free

I’d had that woman’s kid for seven hours before the woman’s mom came to pick the kid up.

From that point, I’d tried to stay away from helping betrayed women, but I just couldn’t help myself.

Men sucked.

“I’ll do it under one condition,” I said.

“Anything,” they all said at once. “My dad is a politician. I have all kinds of influence,” the first one added.

“My dad’s a hedge fund millionaire,” the third said. “Trust me when I say that I’ll cover any costs.”

“If I lose my job, you help me get it back,” I said. “I live here. They’ll kick me out.”

“I’ll buy you a house if you help me figure this out,” the second one said. “I have a prenup. If he’s the one who gets caught cheating, the little stipulation that I get nothing is null and void.”

“Perfect,” I said.

Had I known at the time that every last one of these mother fuckers in the room with one woman were dirty businessmen, I might’ve said no, but that was only a might.

They were pretty convincing. And they were all so sad.

“Let’s go,” I said. “Feel free to come in while I have the door propped open.”

I walked them up to the floor.

I then caught up a stack of towels, knocked ‘lightly’ again on the door for the cameras, then let myself inside.

“Housekeeping!” I called out, flicking down the door stop as I moved into the room.

The towels dropped to the floor at what I saw.

A real-life human pretzel, with one woman in the middle having so many holes filled that I didn’t think that it was possible.

I flinched when I realized that one of those holes ended up being a double-stuff sandwich in her mouth.

How could she breathe?

“Oh my God!” woman one gasped. “Brian!”

Brian pulled away, being one of the men who had double-stuffed her mouth.

“Gabriel!” woman three screeched.

Oh, boy.

“You have the right to remain silent.” The man was taking great pleasure in reading me my Miranda Rights.

“I want her barred from this establishment!” Brian cried.

“And I want her never to work in the city of Dallas again!” Gabriel growled.

They were big mad.

I didn’t blame them.

They’d just seen their perfect, carefully constructed lives go up in smoke.

I just had to hope and pray that the women would have my back like they said they could.

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