Chapter 13 Sounding Very Professional

• While I was shivering to death on my wooden seat, which I have been sitting on for the past hour due to the extreme cold in the room, I had my eyes fixed on Mrs. Anne sleeping on her bed, all wrapped up with the blanket. It is quite cold in this room and I did not bring my sweater with me. Despite my wanting to raise the temperature, I'm too shy to speak up and tell Hugo that I am freezing cold.
• He is there, getting all busy with work and I have never ever imagined that this day would come. I never actually thought that at a point in my life we would meet again and be in this kind of situation where I have to pretend that I have not had sex with him and hide the fact that I am the father of his love child. Moreover, the more I think about it, the more it makes me feel stupid of myself and how I awfully had hid his own son from him but it was the best thing for me and for my son.
• Hugo is actually busy with whatever he is doing over there, and we have been silent for an hour or more, who knows, I have seemed to have lost track of time because the view of him has been constantly bothering me the entire time he got back in. Moreover, I don't want to talk to him because, well, I don't know how to start a discussion with him about something he would want to talk about and he did not look like he wanted to have a conversation as well. He seemed to be completely absorbed in his seat, so I wouldn't want to interrupt him.
• He is currently quite busy with the new career that he has been working on for the past years, according to the news that I have read. It is nice to know that he is still doing the things he enjoyed and loved because he has been keeping himself busy by producing music through both his infamous company and his own well-known record label.
• However, seeing a busy Hugo, around thirty years old, working on his laptop makes me believe that he has finally grown. Finally, he has matured, and his supporters have as well. It's even more astonishing that he now creates and develops music for other artists rather than being the lead vocalist for Satellite Patrol, who used to perform songs for their fans and played lead guitar.
• Even though he has aged, he is still as attractive as ever, so I couldn't help but steal glances from him. His age, in my opinion, has made him more attractive. The way he is currently sitting at a table that resembles a desk, staring intently into his laptop with his brows furrowed and seeming so cool and attentive, is really alluring. Instead of looking away from his laptop, he would write notes on those sheets of paper that were right next to him.
• Focused but so damn freaking hot.
• I remember how a huge fan I was back in the day. I remember my room filled with their posters. I had their standees in my bedroom and would love gawking at each of them like stupid which makes me laugh now rethinking about the entire situation of craziness I had for this entire band which was my life when I was much much younger than I am now. I remember buying every album, every perfume and every merchandise they released that I would see which has their faces on. I was a crazy-ass SatPat fan and I am proud of it. I was proud I've been part of that huge family.
• However, a lot has changed as the years have gone by. About the five boys that fundamentally altered my life in a good way, I've grown fascinated by how different things are between them now. I desperately wanted to ask Hugo how his life has been since the Satellite Patrol formally disbanded when I saw him dressed like the businessman he is now—in a suit and tie. I was curious about what had become of the other boys and how they have been doing. I was interested in learning about the four other people's lives since those guys made music that I loved beyond words. Inquiring about him and about Landon was most definitely on my mind as well as whether he intended to pursue singing.
• I smiled to myself when I thought about Landon. I remembered how sweet and thoughtful he was seven years ago. The letter and everything that morning.
• Seven years ago. That hotel in L.A.
• Where it all happened.
• Hugo had a necklace that meant a great deal to me, and I wanted to ask him whether he had seen it or kept it, at least. Concerning me, too, I wish to question him regarding a lot of things. About that evening, I had tons of questions for him. My want to tell him about Ben was tremendously strong, yet my fear was stronger. I had a lot of questions I wanted to ask him about what had happened and a lot of things I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid of what he may tell me back. Since it has been seven stinking years, I'm sure he also forgot what transpired involving the both of us.
• I gazed at my watch, and it was already one in the morning. I'm sleepy as hell but I know I shouldn't sleep because I'm guarding Mrs. Anne for the night. But he doesn't seem to be sleepy at all as he is still incredibly busy.
• Wow, he’s an all nighter.
• I heard Hugo groaning so I quickly pulled my head up to him and he was massaging his temples. He looked tired and sounded tired but he's still working his ass off.
• All of a sudden, I remembered how he walked around the room casually being fully naked in his hotel room. Oh my God, his soft dick hanging in between his legs flashes before my eyes making my cheeks a bit warmer and warmer but now is not the right time for that. I blushed more at what I thought of him being naked.
• How could I think of that as of the moment when he's here with me in one room?
• You're such a dirty minded freak Miranda.
• "Are you okay sir?" I tried to ask, making a conversation.
• Sir. Again.
• Hugo opened his eyes and looked at me for a few seconds which caused me to get lost in an alternate universe. He smiled so warmly with his tired looking eyes, "I am. I’m just tired and busy with all of this paperwork."
• "I can get you some medicine if you're having a headache." I told him.
• "That's very nice of you. But you needn’t trouble yourself for that. I will be alright. I'll be done any minute anyway." He answered, sounding very professional.
• He stared back on his laptop and started typing again, having that very focused look on his face once more. The sound of the keyboards when his fingers hit it, has been echoing through my ears. Click click click click click click clickclicklick click I think I'm going to have nightmares of that horrible sound. I took a deep breath in and shivered away the coldness.
• The typing sound stopped.
• "Cold?" He asked.
• I opened my eyes immediately and stared at Hugo who was looking back at me worriedly. He noticed. Damn those blue-green eyes are truly remarkable.
• "I'm fine." I lied shyly.
• "I can make the temperature a little bit higher for you if you are cold."
• I shake my head. "I'm fine Mr. Saintclare. Thank you."
• “Alright.” He looked back at his laptop and continued to ignore me.
• To be honest, in the back of my head, I kind of hoped that I should have told him to raise it a bit to make it less cold. I never thought this is what it feels like being in one room with a conscious Hugo. He's insanely busy and even though he talks rarely and makes little conversations with me, it doesn't feel like he's a huge person. He doesn't show other people that he's insanely famous or he was part of the worldwide phenomenal band or he needs to be respected because he accomplished so much. He does not need to feel like a priority because of his status. Truly admirable. He's so down-to-earth and he doesn't even show off what he has.
• Well shit Hugo, your dick and your personality are both large.