"Adele? Who was that?"

"Who was what?" she smiles back at me, looking almost too innocent.

I squint my face and look around her. No one.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"Uhh, what are doing back so early?" she asks with the smile still spread on her face.

"No reason." I push past her and open the bathroom door.

No one was there. I walk past to our bedroom and walk inside. I grab the closet handle and brace myself. I pull on the door and hear that gasp again. I turned the handle and a man stumbled out the door.

"Adele who the heck is in our closet?"

The man dashed out room and picked up Adele around her hips. She giggled and kissed his face. I stood there in awe of all the events.

"Adele?!?"

"We're done Cameron. Keep the house!"

The man carried her out the door and she laughed the whole time. Anger fummed from my face and I stormed out of the house. I called a taxi to take me back to the hotel.

I came in the back room and Jackie was still there, but more caught up with the work.

"Mr. Mendoza," she grins when I come in.

"Glad to see your back."

"My girlfriend broke up with me," I blurt out.

She grinned even more and wrapped her arms around my neck. She trailed kisses on my neck as I cried from the hurt.

"Stop," I said, "just- stop."

"Still have feelings?"

"Of course I do, my girlfriend just freakin broke up with me."

"Woah there, don't have to be so aggressive."

That's it. I was done. Done with stealing, done with girls, and honestly, just done with life.