Maid Life Choices

Linda's POV

“A maid?” He exclaimed. We were now in the elevator, heading up.

I wanted to take him to his room so he could drop his things off, but mainly, I also wanted to know where he would be staying so if anything bad happened, I would know where to get him.

I know, I know, I was being over dramatic. But you don’t know, my brother’s premonitions almost always happened.

And as much as my heart still bled when I thought about what Mitch and Ben did to me, it did not mean that I did not still care for them.

I certainly did and was not going to allow anything bad to happen to either of them.

“Yes, Mitch, you heard me. I came here to work as a maid.”

“Linda, are you joking? Because you must be.” He stepped out of the elevator when it had come to a stop, the automated doors opening.

“And look…” he stopped in his tracks after I had stepped out of the elevator. “I don’t have anything against maids. I personally think it’s a great job and they are doing wonderful by helping to keep places clean. But…”

“But what?”

“But most of those people who work as maids do so because it’s one of their only ways of earning a living, Linda,” He explained.

“But you…you have it all. Sorry to bring him up but even though Chris did that, and if you two happen to get divorced, which I’m not saying you would; you would still have millions in your name.”

I swallowed, feeling some conviction due to what my ex had just explained. It made a whole lot of sense.

But this was something that I really wanted. “You…you don’t understand, Mitch. I’m sick of it all. I am. I really am.”

“Sick of having it all?” He raised an eyebrow as he began to walk.

I followed him. “It’s lonely at the top. I don’t feel like I’m living. Wanting to have it all and then finally getting it, that feeling of fulfillment dies.”

“Hmm,” he mumbled in response, looking around for his door number. “Then maybe you should try doing something new instead of trying to be a maid?” He shrugged.

I don’t if it was just me but it felt like he was having an attitude. And for what? It was not like he was the one going to be a maid.

“You don’t think I did? You have no idea what it's like,” I replied to him.

We came to a stop by a door that had the number 206 on a tag on top of it. It must have been his door because he was now using the keycard that he was given at the front desk.

“Says the one living in a billion-dollar mansion,” he said under his breath and then snorted out a small laugh.

But I heard him well. And it confirmed that truly he did have an attitude.

“Do you have a problem with this?” I asked him as we walked into his room.

He waited until I was in before he closed it and proceeded to find a place to put his suitcase.

“I do,” he chuckled the words out. “You’re being ungrateful and want to play maid for a while forgetting that there are many people who do their jobs just to get something to eat.”

His words were like a knife to my heart. I could feel the tears building up in my eyes, threatening to spill but I held them back with everything I could.

This whole thing reminded me of why he and I used to argue when we were still together.

He never tried to hear me out or understand me when I expressed how I felt about something.

He always wanted to be the one to speak and be right, which in turn made everyone else wrong.

“Ungrateful? Really?” My tone was getting cold. “After everything I just explained, that’s your take on it all?”

He was done putting his suitcase away, but left mine by the door. He almost had mine packed too but then he realized that it wasn’t his or that I was not staying in the same room as him.

I folded my arms on my chest and waited for a response from him.

He stood still and watched me for a few seconds before replying, “I was just being honest. You’re being a child, Linda.”

I could feel my anger boiling. “Don’t call me that,” I warned him.

“Seriously? You want to leave a life of luxury and happiness for a life of struggling? And just because you’re bored?” He seemed annoyed.

But I was way past annoyed now. I was pissed. “Ughhh!” I pulled on my hair. “You’re so…you’re so messed up!”

“Are you sure that I’m the one?” He scoffed faintly.

I could not take it anymore. I already had too much on my mind. I had not even processed my husband cheating on me yet and now I had to face this?

“You know what? I’m leaving,” I said in defeat, afraid that if I was going to remain there, that I was going to say or do something that I’d regret.

“That’s what you’re good at, walking away when it’s time to talk about the hard things.”

I ignored him and continued to walk towards the door.

“Linda, don’t walk away from me, we’re not done here,” he added.

Before opening the door, I turned to him and said, “You’re one sick human being. And might I remind you that we’re not together anymore, so don’t you f*cking talk to me like that and god knows what I will do to you.”

“You should direct your brain threats to your husband that cheated on you, not me, Linda.”

The adrenaline coursed through me, and man, was I pissed!

“I’m so glad we’re not together anymore. You have no idea how glad I am. But if this is how you treat my brother, he should not have even said yes to being engaged to your sorry a**.”

He started to say something else, but I did not listen, I opened the door, walked right out and slammed it closed very hard.