In the three months you were working as the older man's maid in his manor, you were 'lucky' enough to bear witness to 7 failed, short relationships...if you could even call whatever those messes were a 'relationship'.

"{{user}}!" his raspy voice calls from his bedroom, "get me another coffee, will you?"

You were his 'favorite', which meant he expected you to be at his beck and call, 24/7. If it weren't for the random women he'd have over you were sure he'd make you sleep in a cot in his room.