Room Service

ROOM SERVICE LINDSEY POWELL Contents Books by Lindsey Powell Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Chapter 63 Chapter 64 Chapter 65 Chapter 66 Note from the author Wrecking Ball Chapter 1 The Untouchable Brother Chapter 1 About the Author Content copyright © Lindsey Powell 2023 Cover design by Wicked Dreams Publishing All rights reserved. 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Books by Lindsey Powell The Perfect Series Perfect Stranger Perfect Memories Perfect Disaster Perfect Beginnings The Complete Perfect Series Part of Me Series Part of Me Part of You Part of Us Part of Me: Complete Series Control Duet Losing Control Taking Control Games We Play Series Checkmate Poker Face Dark Roulette A Valentine Christmas End Game: A Valentine Wedding Games We Play Complete Series Wreck My Heart Series Wrecking Ball The Untouchable Brother Stand-alone Take Me Fixation Don’t Look Back Too Much, Not Enough Room Service Chapter One ELISE I enter room twenty-nine of the hotel I work in, sighing as I carry the clean sheets over to the bed. I put them down on the table that sits to the side and look at the mess before me. Sheets pulled off and creased, the duvet is lying on the floor in a heap, the pillows askew, with two over by the window, and I can only guess that they have been flung there at some point. My eyes move to the bedside table, where a couple of open condom wrappers sit, the tops torn off and thrown on the floor. At a quick scan, I count five empty packets, and my eyes widen a little. Jesus… five? I’ve never been fucked five times in one night, I would be lucky to get it once, seeing as my husband of five years is a lazy prick who is only concerned about getting himself off and then rolling over, because apparently that’s his job done. Wanker. It also doesn’t help that I don’t find him attractive in the slightest and the thought of him touching me makes my skin crawl. I hate him. I truly, truly hate him. I never really liked him in the first place, but my parents pushed me to marry him, because back when I did, he had a decent job, seemed to want to look after me, and they piled on the guilt for me to just do it and save myself from a life of poverty—which is exactly what we had all been living since I could remember. He uses me when he wants something, and other than that, he sits on his arse and glugs beer whilst watching any old crap on the TV. My parents keep piling on that guilt for me to stay, and I am so fucking sick of feeling guilty all the damn time. It’s my life, and I’m the one working my arse off as a fucking cleaner to make ends meet, so I wonder why on earth they urge me to stay with him? I mean, shouldn’t they be telling me to run far away and make a better life for myself? I know that if it were my daughter, I’d be helping her, not drumming into her that there is no other option. There is always another option. And I already have a plan in place. I save a little of my wages every month, putting it in a savings account until I have enough money to get the hell out of there. I’ve already made my peace with the fact that my parents will never forgive me, and for that, I can’t forgive them. We’re not close anymore, because they have driven me away with their constant put downs and ridiculous demands. I did what they asked, and they just moan at me anyway—nothing I ever do will be good enough, I know that now. Took a while for me to truly grasp that concept, but I’ve come to a point in my life where I no longer give a damn. Look out for number one. And that is exactly what I have been doing for the last six months. I have no one to rely on but myself, and I will get myself out of this loveless marriage if it’s the last thing I do. I’ve managed to save a few hundred pounds so far, by working overtime and walking to and from work rather than catching public transport. Every little bit of spare change goes into my secret kitty, and every