I Work as a Hotel Receptionist and Ran Into My Ex-Boyfriend
Language: en
My ex-boyfriend of four years showed up at the hotel where I work as a receptionist, with a woman in tow, asking for a room. The man had sharp features, with eyes as dark and deep as an abyss, exuding an air of aggression. He raised an eyebrow, his voice low and husky. "You have condoms in the rooms, right?" I smiled politely, my tone even. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't stock extra small sizes here." 1 Hidden behind the counter, I quietly slipped off my heels, feeling instant relief. After standing for most of the day, I only had ten more minutes before I could leave. Unfortunately,…