Roomie In The Shower Exclusive — Cornering My Homewrecking

Her face went through five stages of grief in under two seconds. Denial (fake laugh), anger (“excuse me?”), bargaining (“let me explain”), depression (lip quiver), and finally—acceptance (silence).

Game on. I gave her three minutes to get fully saturated. Soap in hair is the great equalizer.

I handed her phone back through the gap. “You’re going to text Jake, right now, from this shower, and tell him exactly what you told me. Then you’re going to pack your things, and you’re going to leave the keys on the hook. I’ll have the locks changed by morning.” cornering my homewrecking roomie in the shower exclusive

“Don’t bother getting out,” I said. “You wanted to be the center of attention. Here you are. Naked. Cornered. No towel. No phone. No exit.”

“Reading your texts.”

“We’re done,” I said. “And for the record? She said the second time was ‘just okay.’ So you’re not even good at being bad.”

“Can I at least dry off first?”

This is my exclusive, play-by-play account of cornering my homewrecking roomie in the shower. For context, Amber and I have been friends since college. When she needed a place to crash after her last “situation” imploded, I opened my one-bedroom converted two-bedroom (read: living room with a sliding door). I paid 70% of the rent because she was “finding herself.”