5Being 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

6I kept my eyes glued on Mrs. Anne sleeping on her bed, all covered up with the blanket, while I was freezing to death on my wooden seat that I have been sitting on for an hour now because the room is insanely cold. I haven't brought my sweater with me and it is damn freezing in here. I would wish to make the temperature higher but I'm too shy to say anything.We have been quiet for an hour now and I wouldn't want to talk to Hugo because I don't know how to start a conversation with him and he is actually busy too. I wouldn't want to disturb him as well because he looks so focused on his seat. He is really a busy man now as what I've read on the news. He's busy making music, producing music with his own well-known record label and that infamous company of his.But seeing a busy thirty-year-old Hugo working on his laptop makes me think that he has finally matured. He has finally grown up so as his fans. He wasn't the Satellite Patrol lead vocalist who used to sing songs for his fans,

7.5Breathe Miranda.Breathe.Goddamn, I can't stop myself from falling in love of what I just heard coming from his delicious plump mouth. Hugo really is the nicest and most thoughtful guy a girl could have."I'm really thankful you came. I thought you were going to be busy tonight." He adds.I smiled back. "It's my day-off today so I have time."He smiles back, damn those dimples I swear to God."You say that you're going back to England?" I asked."Yeah. For work."I nod. "Well I can't believe it's been years since you'd sing to thousands of people with the four other lads."He smiles. "Those were the days."Suddenly his phone started ringing. He quickly pulled it out from his pocket. "I'll take this call." He tells me.I nodded with a smile."Hey honey." Hugo speaks to someone over the phone.Honey.My smile fades.I froze to the word honey. He's calling someone honey. Honey is a term of endearment. Of course it had to be someone special. It won't be his mom, would it? Is he taken

8.5Chris continues to read the entire page, "Wow this guy. He owns a lot of money. I wonder how he spends his wealth. Maybe he could open a hospital and pay hospital workers a bigger salary."I smile and tried to diver the topic away from Hugo, "How about lunch? I'm starving."He brings his hand together and stand from his seat, "Fantastic!"We went out to have lunch at our usual spot which was just located near the hospital. It’s been our favorite since the foods are incredible and the place has a really nice ambiance. We continued having our conversation while we were eating on our foods and it’s always nice to just hang out with Chris."Miranda, haven't you thought about getting into a relationship?" He asks, out of the blue after we discussed about Hugo’s offer to me.I really don't know how to answer when people bring this topic because I don’t think I am ready to share a part of me and Ben with someone else. I need to have this reassurance that the man I will spend a life with

9.5For some reason, a part of me is actually hoping on seeing her again. I never had the chance to talk to her while I was sober. I never had the chance to actually spend time with her after the frolicking and fucking. I tried to look for her as much as I could but I couldn’t the morning after that.No traces of her, just this damned necklace.If I'd ever see her again, I would ask so many things like why she wanted to ask her why she left me that morning, how she has been after what happened and if she was alright after that.Most importantly, I want to know how hurt she was because I obviously took her virginity. I feel this guilt inside me because I haven't fucked a virgin before and the way she left that day without saying anything to me made me feel as if she was embarrassed.She must have seen the bloodstain and felt too shy to talk to me after. I thought she was going to be someone who was using me to ruin my image but then no one actually knew what happened. All these years I