I Accidentally Group Messaged My Hotel Room Number to My Seven Boyfriends Right now, seven men are crowded at my hotel room door, glaring at each other furiously. Some saw me as a replacement for their lost love. Others saw me as just another conquest. The one thing they had in common? They each gave me $50,000 a month. I was the plaything of six men. For three months, they toyed with my feelings, humiliated my dignity, and exhausted my body. And all I got out of it was a measly million dollars. I was tired. I decided to pull one last con, then block them all and go back to my hometown to get married. As I was packing my bags, boyfriend number one, Henry Thompson, messaged me saying his dad wanted to meet me. He was being pressured by his family to get married and always used me as an excuse. He’d use me and toss me aside, throwing money in my face, saying I shouldn’t get any ideas – he’d never be with someone as low-class as me. How charming. I loved guys like that. Riding my bicycle, I arrived at the restaurant and saw our reserved table. I spotted him from behind. Fully committing to the act, I snuck up behind him and gently hugged him. I whispered in his ear: “Baby, I’ve missed you so much.” I even nibbled his earlobe for good measure. The strong body in my arms shuddered. “Lucy, I’m over here.” A cold voice spoke from beside me. “The person you’re hugging… is my dad…” Now it was my turn to shudder. Face blindness. I’d hugged the wrong person. I quickly let go of his dad, apologizing profusely: “I’m so sorry sir! I didn’t realize!” His dad’s ears were turning red as he tried to keep a straight face, but his eyes were unfocused: “It’s… it’s fine!” I put on my most charming smile: “You look so young sir, exactly like Henry! I… I couldn’t tell the difference…” His dad was clearly flattered, fighting back a smile as he turned away: “R-really?” I nodded vigorously: “Absolutely! Sitting next to Henry, you two could be brothers! Anyone would be confused!” His dad couldn’t hold back his grin anymore: “Young people these days are so flattering…” Henry couldn’t take it anymore and glared at me: “Shut up!” I obediently closed my mouth and sat down next to him. “Dad, this is my girlfriend, Lucy Evans,” he said halfheartedly, taking my hand. “So please stop trying to set me up with other girls!” His dad straightened his collar, instinctively blurting out: “She seems nice…” But then he remembered his mission and put on a stern face: “She’s not good enough for you!” “Sir, we truly love each other,” I said, gripping Henry’s hand tightly. “I’ll take good care of Henry for the rest of my life.” His dad pulled out a card from his Hermès bag and tossed it in front of me. “$500,000. Leave my son!” “Dad, Lucy would never leave me for a mere $500,000,” Henry said confidently, glancing at me with a smirk. “She’s madly in love with me. Even when I treat her like a dog, calling her whenever I want and tossing her aside, she still clings to me. How could $500,000 possibly…” “I accept!” I snatched up the card and tucked it away. Then, facing Henry’s murderous glare, I said seriously: “Henry, I know I’m not good enough for you. I’ve always felt insecure… You’re always calling me poor, calling me low-class…” Henry froze, his angry expression suddenly tinged with guilt. He hurriedly tried to explain: “I… I was just joking around. I’ve never actually looked down on you. I…” I cut him off, wiping away nonexistent tears: “I know you’re a good guy. Maybe we’re just… not meant to be…” I clutched the card in my pocket and slowly stood up: “Henry, I hope you find someone better… Goodbye.” He reached out, trying to grab me: “Don’t go…” If I didn’t leave now, what if his dad changed his mind? I ran out of there like a bat out of hell.
As I was happily riding my bike, fingering the new credit card and daydreaming about how excited my mom would be back home, a Ferrari pulled up next to me. “Lucy, wait a second.” The window rolled down. It was Henry’s dad. Crap, did he change his mind? I started pedaling furiously. Damn, I couldn’t outrun a Ferrari. “Lucy, why are you running? I… I haven’t told you the PIN for the card yet!” Oh, right! I stopped, and he got out of the car, standing in front of me. “841012,” he said, eyes downcast and face slightly red for some reason. “It’s my birthday. Can you remember it?” Before I could respond, he added: “Or… we could exchange SnapChat info and I’ll send it to you…” I felt obligated to agree, so I obediently added him. “My name is Harrison Thompson. Could you… save it in your contacts?” he asked, seeming conflicted. Something felt off about him. “How do I spell it?” I asked. “I’ll write it for you.” He reached out with his long, elegant fingers and gently took my hand. Using his warm fingertip, he slowly traced out each letter on my palm. He kept his head down, leaning in close. The collar of his suit fluttered in the breeze. A gust of wind brought the scent of his cologne! It was faint, but distinctly masculine! My heart suddenly started racing. Shocking – he was wearing men’s cologne! Damn, he was smooth! Alarm bells started ringing in my head. The dad of a bad guy was probably no saint either. I needed to be on guard. I pulled my hand back and responded coldly: “Got it.” But he seemed somewhat anxious: “I’ve been divorced for a long time. I raised Henry as a single father. You know, many times, at night, all alone… You’re single now too, so maybe… maybe we could just chat sometime…” I waved him off: “We’ll see.” I had ridden about halfway home when it suddenly started pouring rain. My phone rang. Boyfriend number two. He said he was drunk and needed me to pick him up. I sighed. Might as well break up with him today too. When I arrived at the karaoke bar, drenched from the rain, I opened the door to find him with an arm around two models, laughing it up with his rich friends. “See? I told you she’s like a loyal dog. All I have to do is call and she comes running.” One of his friends smirked at me: “Is she really that obedient? Hey sweetheart, take off your clothes. Let’s see those abs.” I immediately teared up, gritting my teeth: “I’m a human being. How can you humiliate me like this…” He grinned smugly: “She only listens to me.” His friend said: “I’ll give you $1500 to take off one item of clothing.” I promptly tossed my sock at him: “Sure thing, boss. That’ll be $3000.” No way I was passing up easy money. I took out my contacts too – another $3000. But he got upset, jumping up to grab my hand as I reached for my hair tie. His eyes were red: “You’d sell your body for a few thousand dollars?” My mom was sick and needed a huge sum for medical bills. If you’d just give me the money, I’d sell my body, sell a kidney, whatever it took. I wiped away a tear: “I know you’re tired of me. Let’s just consider this our last meeting. Let’s break up…” He was the one who humiliated me, yet he was the one getting upset. Made no sense. With a loud crash, he smashed his wine glass on the ground and pulled out several wads of cash, throwing them in my face. “Lucy Evans, you think you can break up with me? You’re nothing but a dog to me!” He’d always had a bit of a sadistic streak. He roughly pinned me to the couch, his long fingers wrapping around my throat. I didn’t understand why he was rewarding me. But I channeled my inner actress and let a few tears fall: “I’m sick. I’m dying…” He froze for a moment, his expression cycling through a range of emotions. His lips trembled as he struggled to speak. His eyes were filled with pain. “Lucy… I…” “You should drink less. It’s bad for your health,” I cut him off, bending down to pick up the money piece by piece. “After I’m gone, Gabriel Mitchell, take care of yourself…” He was stunned for a moment, then blinked: “Who’s Gabriel Mitchell?” Me: …… Crap! I mixed up his name with boyfriend number three! While Gabriel was still processing, I grabbed the money and made a run for it. Behind me, I heard Gabriel’s furious voice: “Lucy Evans! I won’t forget this!!!” Whatever, it was my last con anyway. Once I went back to my hometown, how would he ever find me?
The saying goes: if you act like a loyal dog long enough, you’ll eventually get everything. I happily ran out of the karaoke bar, about to go find my bike, when I unexpectedly bumped into a tall figure. What a coincidence – boyfriend number three, Lucas Wilson. His pale skin made him stand out in a crowd, and his handsome face always seemed somewhat aloof. But right now he was tightly gripping a woman’s arm, his voice choked with tears: “Why did you lie to me?! What did I do wrong? Why did you go find other men…” The woman shoved him to the ground: “You’re so annoying. If it weren’t for your money, who the hell would want to date a little boy like you?” Lucas fell to the ground, mud splattering all over him. He didn’t cry or speak, just stared at her intensely. I rushed over and kicked the woman, sending her stumbling back into several bicycles. “Well well, so you’re the new little girl he found? I didn’t realize you were so loyal.” She got up, ready to come argue with me. Boyfriend number four was a muscle freak who always forced me to lift weights with him. As a girl, I wasn’t too worried about taking on another woman. I easily restrained her arms and shoved her away again before letting her leave. Lucas was still crouched on the ground staring at the sky. I sighed and bent down to help him up. But he slapped my hand away: “I don’t need your help! You think I’ll like you if you do this? Who asked you to interfere?! Just go away!” Ungrateful brat. I remembered the first time I met him. He tossed me a card: “Be my girlfriend. I’ll give you $50,000 a month. You in?” I was stunned: “Huh?” The boy looked extremely impatient: “Are you deaf?” I suspected he might be a human trafficker, trying to lure in naive, innocent girls like me. But my poor body couldn’t resist taking the card. I heard my mouth moving on its own: “Baby.” “Good girl.” He nodded in satisfaction, grabbing my hand and smirking at the girl chasing after him, “See? Even if you don’t like me, plenty of others do. $50,000 – I’d give that to a stray dog before I’d give it to you!” Not only was I not offended, I chimed in: “That’s right!” He just gave me $50,000 out of nowhere – he could call me a dog if he wanted. Hell, I’d bark a few times if that’s what he wanted. The girl’s face darkened as she gritted her teeth: “You’d stoop so low as to be with that kind of cheap girl? Does she deserve $50,000?” The boy was clearly annoyed and immediately transferred another $50,000 to my account: “She’s worth whatever I say she’s worth. Who are you to question it?” I looked at that girl with tears in my eyes. There’s kindness everywhere in this world. What a good person – want to insult me some more? After that, I became Lucas’s go-to tool for pissing off ex-girlfriends. Whenever he broke up with someone, I’d stride over shamelessly to collect my payment. The more insults I got, the more money I made. It was awesome!
But I was planning to break up with all of them today, so naturally I didn’t have a friendly expression. “Oh, goodbye then.” I turned to leave. But he grabbed my leg. “Lucy, are you… are you abandoning me too?” He sat on the ground, looking lost and deeply hurt. I sighed and slowly crouched down. His eyes lit up for a moment: “I knew it. Only you, Lucy…” SLAP I smacked him across the face. He was stunned. “Are you fucking brain-dead? Is dating all you can think about?” I finally vented all my pent-up frustration, laying into him: “For fuck’s sake, you go through 31 girlfriends in a 30-day month. Haven’t you been scammed enough? That lovesick brain of yours is so rotten even zombies wouldn’t eat it!” “And how old are you anyway? An 18-year-old little boy dyeing his hair blond – you think that looks good? And those clothes – I can practically see up to your thighs. If you weren’t a guy, people would think you were working the street corner!” “You’re so young but you’re not focusing on anything good. Running off to nightclubs with women in the middle of the night – have you finished your homework? What are your test scores? Do you even remember Newton’s laws?” “Your poor parents were so unlucky to have such a wasteful brat!” My tirade left him completely dumbfounded. He forgot to cry and just stared at me with his big eyes. After a long while, he finally stammered: “Lucy, you’re so mean… You’ve never yelled at me before…” “Just looking at you pisses me off.” I stood up, about to walk away. “Let’s not see each other anymore…” “I’m sorry…” Unbelievably, an apology came out of his mouth. “Don’t leave me, please…” He hugged me from behind, pressing his body tightly against my back. “My… my parents got divorced. They just give me money but never pay attention to me…” Lucas choked up. “From now on… will you look after me?” His voice was like a helpless kitten, pitifully hard to refuse. “It’s… it’s late. You should go home,” I said, my throat feeling dry. “I need to find a hotel…” “Then I’ll come too…” he said. I kept reminding myself not to trust men’s lies. All men in this world are terrible, always taking advantage of innocent, honest girls like me. But my mouth moved on its own, just like when I first met him: “Okay.”
Lucas held my hand as we walked into a hotel together. “Why is your face so red? Did you catch a cold in the rain? Do you have a fever?” I asked. “N-no fever,” he said. His face was bright red as he avoided the receptionist’s eyes. The hand I was holding was drenched in sweat. “So, I’ll book a room then,” I said, also feeling nervous. “Should I get… two beds or… or one big…?” Steam seemed to be rising from his damp head as he looked down in a panic: “Y-you choose! I… I need to step outside for a bit!” With that, he ran out like a startled rabbit. He was still such a naive, easily fooled boy when it came to love. As an upstanding person, I certainly wouldn’t take advantage of him. So I took a deep breath and righteously told the receptionist: “One king bed, please. If he asks, make sure to say it was the only room left!” The receptionist gave me an “ok” sign with a knowing look. … After showering and changing into a bathrobe in the room, I lay on the bed feeling a bit nervous. But over an hour passed and he still hadn’t returned. Damn it! I knew I couldn’t trust men’s lies! But I still couldn’t help sending him a message: “Where did you go?” A second later, he video called me. On the screen, Lucas was clearly in a hair salon. His hair had been dyed back to black, revealing a pure, sunny face that looked quite youthful. “Lucy, do you… do you like me better this way?” he asked shyly. He kept his head down, his face still flushed. He was just… illegally cute! I nodded vigorously. “Then… then I’ll head back now,” he said, brushing his hair to reveal a glimpse of his pale neck. “What’s the… the room number?” As soon as he finished speaking, he got too embarrassed and quickly ended the video call. I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth, rushed out to check the room number, and hurriedly sent it to him. Lying back on the bed, I started examining the little items on the nightstand, debating whether to try one out first. Yes, I, at the ripe old age of 26, was encountering these for the first time. How embarrassing. But before even 10 minutes had passed, there was a knock at the door. I jumped up and ran to open it with a giddy smile: “How did you get here so fas…” Halfway through my sentence, my smile froze on my face. Why was it… Gabriel? “I was in the area and got your message, so I came over,” Gabriel said with a cold smirk, looking down at me. “Why aren’t you smiling anymore? Is the cancer flaring up, making it hard to smile?” His icy gaze looked like he wanted to kill me. I gulped and silently picked up my phone. A string of new message notifications with red dots lit up the screen. Help! I had accidentally group messaged the hotel room number! To a list called “One Big Happy Family”… With exactly seven people in it.
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