After bidding farewell to her parents, Hazel and Francisco remained on the call, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension. Francisco's gaze lingered on Hazel, his finger tapping idly on the table as he awaited her next words.Taking a deep breath, Hazel met Francisco's gaze with a sense of resolve. "I am sorry. They ruined your valuable time," she offered, her voice tinged with regret.But Francisco's response was immediate and unwavering."It's nothing. As long as you are happy, I am happy," he reassured her.Hazel, however, seemed preoccupied, her mind racing with unspoken concerns. With a sudden burst of courage, she posed a question that caught Francisco off guard. "When will you come back home, tonight?" she inquired, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.Francisco's brow furrowed in confusion at the unexpected inquiry. Hazel's question was a departure from her usual demeanor, leaving him puzzled by the sudden shift in her behavior. "What?" he responded, his tone laced wi

Hazel clung to Francisco's arm as they walked through the mall. He guided her with an ease that left her feeling both comforted and unnerved. Each time he suggested a dress or accessory, Hazel found herself nodding in agreement, accepting his choices without protest.It wasn't just because it was part of her plan; there was something else at play. The awkward tension he created in her mind left her feeling off-balance. Francisco's presence had been a constant distraction, his seductive nature and occasional vulgarity making it difficult for her to focus on anything else."Try this," Francisco said suddenly, handing her a dress. Hazel looked up at him, her eyes searching his for a moment before she took the garment and headed to the fitting room. She felt his gaze linger on her until she disappeared behind the door.Inside the trial room, Hazel took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She changed into the dress. The fabric cooled against her skin.When she finally stepped

Hazel's lips quivered as Francisco's cold lips touched her navel. She closed her eyes and placed her hand over them, unable to face the reality of her own vulnerability. She understood that she had become weak to him, ready to spread her legs until her desire was fulfilled.Outside, the sky was black with clouds, and the rumble of thunder echoed, mirroring Hazel's inner turmoil. The restlessness, guilt, and pleasure all swirled within her heart, a storm of emotions as chaotic as the weather outside.Francisco's thumbs tenderly brushed over her pink buds as he kissed her navel. Hazel's lips parted involuntarily, but she suppressed any sound, biting her lower lip to keep herself silent. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and she struggled to maintain control.Francisco looked up at her, his chin resting on her navel, to gauge her reaction. Her face was a portrait of conflicting emotions, and her eyes were tightly shut, hiding from the reality of their situation. With deliberat

Hazel's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The boy who had once saved her life was now the man who had turned it upside down. Francisco, with his dark past and dangerous present, was the same person she had wanted to thank all those years ago. Her heart felt heavy with the irony of it all.Francisco, sensing her turmoil, rose from her bosom, his breath ragged. He moved up to her face, their eyes locking with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.“This man!” Hazel thought, her hand reaching up to touch his face. She had been so eager to thank that boy, but knowing it was Francisco brought a storm of emotions.“It’s me, Hazel. The one you wanted to thank,” Francisco said softly, breaking into her thoughts.Hazel parted her lips, wanting to say something, anything, but words failed her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Finally, she spoke words that felt both true and false, driven by a mixture of gratitude and her hidden agenda, “Then I am thanking yo