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5

Being in one room with Hugo Saintclare again is very unhealthy for a woman like me who has been trying to keep my composure together.

After all those years that have happened to me, I could still remember how I woke up that morning and how I got startled when I saw him on top of his own bed, naked with our clothes scattered everywhere on his hotel room floor.

And God, of course his goddamn penis. I could never forget the size of that freaking thing not erected.

I walked away from Anne's Presidential Suite with a heavy heart and finally felt happy now that my shift is over. I walked to the nurse's lounge to grab my stuff before leaving and tried to shake the thoughts off my head.

Maybe this was a sign and chance that I should finally tell Hugo about the whole thing now?

I shook the thought out of my head and decided that I shouldn’t do it.

He is freaking Hugo Saintclare.

Finally, I placed my hair down past my shoulders and tried to finger-comb it. Our hospital’s protocol is to always