Being a hotel manager means I’ve seen all kinds of guests—sweet couples, rude businessmen, loud tourists, and even celebrities. But nothing, and I mean nothing, prepared me for Matias.
He wasn’t just another guest. He was a walking scandal in a suit.
Hi, I’m Leslie, and this story? Oh, it’s one for the books.
I’ve been working in hotels for years, and while the job can be stressful, I love it. I enjoy the busy energy of the lobby, meeting new people, and making sure everyone leaves happy. But one evening, something happened that shook me to the core and tested how far I was willing to go for what’s right.
It all started on a bustling Friday night. I was at the front desk, welcoming guests, when he walked in.
Tall. Dark hair. Perfectly groomed beard. He looked like someone straight out of a magazine. And that suit? It probably cost more than my rent for three months.
On his arm was a woman in a glittery dress that shimmered with every step. She looked like she belonged on a red carpet.
“Good evening, sir. Checking in?” I asked with my professional smile.
He slid his ID across the counter. I glanced down. His name: Matias. That’s all I’ll say—privacy rules and all that.
“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Matias,” I said politely.
“Oh, we will,” he answered, giving me a wink that made my stomach twist.
At the time, I thought nothing of it. Just another flashy couple spending a night at the hotel.
But I was wrong.
The next week, guess who showed up again? Matias. Same confident smirk. Same expensive suit. But the woman? Different. Gorgeous, yes—but not the same person as last week.
I told myself it was just a coincidence. But then he came back again. And again. Each time with a brand-new woman, each one more glamorous than the last.
After a month, my coworker Sarah finally snapped.
“Leslie, have you noticed that guy? The one who struts in with a different woman every week?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “It’s… strange.”
“Strange? It’s scandalous!” she blurted. “What’s his deal? Is he some kind of movie star?”
“Maybe he’s just enjoying the single life,” I said, though deep down, I had my doubts.
The hotel staff began whispering about him. Our bellhop, Tom, joked one evening, “Watch, one day he’s gonna walk in with his mom and claim it’s a date.”
We all laughed, but the truth was—we were curious.
Then, suddenly, Matias disappeared. A whole week without his smug face.
“Maybe he finally settled down,” Tom joked.
“Or maybe one of those women killed him,” Sarah quipped, rolling her eyes.
We laughed again, but the silence felt heavy. Something was off.
Then, one week later, Matias returned. Only this time, the woman with him was nothing like his usual flashy dates. She was simple. Jeans, a plain T-shirt, sneakers. No glitter, no glam. Just… real.
Sarah and I shared a look.
When I stepped up to greet them, the woman smiled warmly at me.
“Hi, I’m Paige. We’d like a room for two nights, please.”
My hand froze when I checked their IDs. They had the same last name. My eyes flicked up. They were married.
I glanced at Matias. He acted calm, like nothing was wrong. Paige leaned into him and whispered, “I love you, honey. Sorry if I get a little insecure sometimes.”
Matias kissed her forehead and said smoothly, “It’s okay. Just trust me more.”
Trust him? I wanted to scream. This man had been parading other women around like trophies, and his poor wife had no idea.
After they walked off, I turned to Sarah and Tom.
“You guys… they’re married!”
Sarah gasped. “No way! You mean all those women—?”
“Yep,” I said grimly. “He’s been cheating on her. Right under our roof.”
“That scumbag!” Tom hissed. “She seems like the sweetest woman. How could he?”
Sarah slammed her hands on the counter. “We have to do something. We can’t just let him keep humiliating her like this.”
I agreed. But there was a catch.
“Remember, we can’t expose guests directly. Hotel policy. If we go to Paige and tell her, Matias could sue us. We’d be the ones in trouble.”
That night, we sat in the back office plotting. Finally, I said, “What if I pretend to be another guest and lure him in? If he bites, Paige will see the truth with her own eyes.”
Sarah frowned. “Leslie, that’s risky.”
Tom shook his head. “You really want to flirt with that jerk?”
“I don’t want to,” I said firmly. “But if it means saving Paige from this nightmare, I’ll do it.”
The next day, I disguised myself. Wig, makeup, new clothes, even a fake accent. I felt ridiculous.
When I saw Matias sitting alone in the hotel restaurant, sipping wine like a king, my heart pounded. But I forced myself to walk up.
“Excuse me,” I said in my fake accent, sliding him a small note. “If you’re free sometime, call me.”
He smirked, pocketed the note, and winked.
Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was him.
“Hello. We can meet at the hotel tomorrow at two o’clock in the afternoon.”
My stomach flipped. The trap was set.
The next morning, as Matias and Paige were checking out, Sarah made her move while Matias was distracted at the counter.
“Excuse me,” Sarah whispered to Paige. “I hate to say this, but your husband… he isn’t who you think he is.”
Paige frowned. “What? No. That’s impossible.”
“If you want proof, come back here today at 2 p.m.,” Sarah said firmly. “Please. You need to see this for yourself.”
Paige hesitated, her eyes wide. “I don’t believe it… but I’ll come.”
At exactly 2 p.m., Matias walked in, slick as ever. He spotted me in my disguise and wrapped an arm around my waist.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said smoothly. “I’m Matias.”
“Nice to meet you, Matias. I’m Stella,” I replied, my voice shaky.
We went up to the room. He poured drinks, smiling like a predator who thought he’d already won.
But just as he began unbuttoning his shirt, the door burst open. Paige stood there, her face pale with rage. Behind her was Sarah, looking ready to fight.
“What the hell is this?!” Paige screamed.
Matias froze. “Paige! I… this isn’t what it looks like!”
“Really?” Paige shouted. “Because it looks like you’re about to cheat on me. Again!”
I stood, ripped off my wig, and glared at him. “Actually, Matias, I’m Leslie. The hotel manager. And this—this is your wake-up call.”
His face drained of color. He looked trapped, like a rat cornered.
Paige’s voice broke as she screamed, “How could you? I trusted you! All those nights you said you were on business trips… all those excuses… You’ve been making a fool of me!”
“Paige, please—let me explain—” he begged.
“Explain what? That you’ve been parading women around here like trophies? That you’ve lied to my face? I’m done!”
With that, she stormed out. Sarah and I followed her, leaving Matias behind in shame.
In the lobby, Paige turned to us, her eyes full of tears but her voice steady. “Thank you. I didn’t want to believe it, but I needed to see it. I’m filing for divorce.”
“We’re so sorry,” I said gently. “But you deserve the truth.”
She nodded, gave us a sad smile, and left.
Minutes later, Matias slinked out of the hotel, head down, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.
That was the last time we ever saw him.
Working in a hotel, I thought I’d seen it all. But this? This was different. It taught me that sometimes, you have to take risks to protect people who don’t know the truth. And that standing up for what’s right—even when it’s dangerous—is always worth it.