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77] You Hurt Me.

"Merhaba, (Hello) I'll need someone to come into my room and clean up the shattered glass on the floor." He stated as he unbuttoned his shirt, prepared to take a cold shower.

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The front desk receptionist replied by telling him that there was no one available to service his room till tomorrow morning. 

With his bad mood, he wasn't willing to accept their shoddy services.

"I pay this hotel a lot of money for its boktan service! If it hasn't been cleaned by the time I get out of the shower, I'm going to buy the hotel chain and fire your eşek first!" He grumbled, slamming the phone back down on the receiver.

He continued to strip as he walked to his ensuite, turning on the cold shower and standing in its agonising flow.

He leant against the wall, his head bowed, trying his best not to storm out of the shower and check to see if Mercedes was, as she had promised, waiting outside.

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