Spencer looked around the expensive apartment I had been paying for since long before I ever met him. “Right here, Mallory,” he said as if the answer should have been obvious to me.
I had worked for years to afford this place and furnished every corner of it with my own hard earned money. Spencer had been living with me for two years without contributing a single cent to the rent or the utilities.
I did not even have a chance to respond before the front door swung open without a knock. A woman named Paige walked in wearing designer sunglasses and a tan trench coat while dragging two more matching suitcases behind her.
She walked across my expensive rug with wet shoes and collapsed onto my leather sofa with a dramatic sigh. Spencer immediately ran over to give her a hug and told her that she could finally relax now that she was home.
Paige lowered her glasses and gave me a fake smile that only people who live off others can truly master. “Hi, Mal, thanks for being so sweet about this,” she said while acting like she was doing me a favor.
