A hot night

A hot night

Jon

Hazel chooses a Turkish movie. "The Apocalypse of Love". Did she select it because his father was Turkish? Well, it doesn't matter. I sit on the sofa with a bucket of popcorn, already tired from all the tidying up I've never done in my own home. After all, I've always outsourced everything in the name of rest. My work isn't heavy, but it is mentally exhausting. I deal with a lot of people, and people are usually synonymous with problems. On top of everything else, money isn't an enabler, either. The more money you have, the more you become a slave to it. I guess, in a way, poor Omar gave me a well-deserved break at home. When Hazel appears in the living room, her hair is washed and dried, she's wearing shorts and a black T-shirt that makes her breasts pop out of her cleavage. I swear, sometimes I think about losing my plea bargain when this woman is around. I feel like jumping on top of he

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