Since I fell in love with you
Jon
We spent the rest of that night in bed talking. Get Here by Oletta Adams plays softly on my stereo.
"You can come surfing into my life, take me on a carpet ride
You can arrive in a big balloon, but it better be soon
You can come to me in a caravan, Cross the desert like an Arab
I don't care how you get here, just come soon if you can"
We kissed all the time during that time. Hazel nibbles my lips and then licks them, slowly, sensuously. I kiss her breasts. Slow kisses. I hold them with both hands. Until she makes me stop and look into her eyes.
"Jonathan, I want to feel you without the gloves.
I look down and look away.
"I'd better not.
"I already felt it once, I want to feel it again, but without putting it back on, without hiding from me. Please, I love you whole.
" I love you whole too, but I don't know if I can do it.
" Of cours
Celebrations and secrets part 1HazelJonathan and I had a wonderful moment last night. I never thought he could do something like that. He fought for me! I made some mistakes in the beginning. I took wrong decisions, tried to run away from him and from what I felt. On the other hand, he knew for sure that he wanted me, but we were both afraid of something similar. We were both afraid to love and not be respected. Me?! I was afraid of not being respected for what I do for a living, for my profession, and Jonathan... Well, I think he was afraid of not being respected as a real man, who can love, has true feelings, and can suffer like any human being. I think he was afraid of not being seen as a normal human because a lot of women only look at how much a man has in his bank account. But I am really happy now! I think nothing can tear us apart anymore. It was unforgettable night. An unexpected apology, an engagement ring back on my finger, the announcement that we're going to be parents
Celebrations and secrets Part 2HazelI kick him out of the room so that I can put on my long strapless dress with a slightly rounded neckline.As I slip into the dress, a rush of emotions engulfs me. The anticipation, excitement, and nervousness of my upcoming marriage begin to surface. Each delicate stitch and intricate embroidery on the dress seems to mirror the complexities of love and commitment.The strapless design accentuates my shoulders, while the slightly rounded neckline adds a touch of elegance. The sky blue fabric underneath creates a serene backdrop for the white embroidered roses and leaves adorning the top. In bright light, the color appears ethereal, almost like a pure white, but in darker settings, it transforms into a deeper, more mesmerizing shade of blue.As I fasten the dress, I notice how it subtly cinches at my waist, accentuating my figure. The pleated skirt cascades down, creating graceful movements with every step. It symbolizes the journey that lies ahead,
The engagement Part 1JonHazel has a wonderful idea about an engagement reception right here in Dubai. She wants her sister and mother to share this moment with her before they return to London. I agree. I think it will even be a triple celebration, being the only contractor on the D site, the engagement and Hazel's pregnancy.I'll contact the company that made the tablecloth with gold thread embroidery and ask them to make something really pretty, with our initials on the fabric. Hazel is so busy these days that I can hardly kiss her.The day before our engagement reception, I receive a frightening message from Alex. Both Rafiq Al-Madini and Hamza Saad have been found shot dead. I immediately leave the office, locking up in complete terror. Alex is at home. We're preparing an engagement reception so as not to let the date pass by in a cloud. I have a guest list that includes my Turner engineers, Turner directors from other co
The engagement Part 2JonI continue to scan the room, taking in the atmosphere and the conversations taking place. The soft music playing in the background adds to the ambiance, creating a soothing and relaxed environment. I notice the guests mingling and enjoying themselves, their laughter filling the room.Suddenly, my attention is drawn back to Alex at the front door. He is meticulously checking each guest's name, ensuring that only those on the guest list are allowed entry. I can't help but feel a sense of embarrassment, realizing that I should have taken care of this task myself. If only I had organized the event in London, where the guest list would have been handled by professionals.Despite my momentary lapse in judgment, I can't deny the beauty of the evening. The attention to detail, from the carefully chosen tablecloth to the exquisite vase and flower arrangement, showcases a level of sop
Love is in the air - single chapterHazelIt's late, there's only me and Hailey chatting on the deck, I take a bottle of champagne for her and a juice for me. We've always been confidant sisters. In a way, all the difficulties we went through when we were young made us very close. With our clothes changed, we sit down on the steps of the small staircase that leads down to the sand to talk. She asks me about the room, but I insist on hearing about Alex first."Ahh sister, he's hot, isn't he? One day I caught him looking at me differently, so... you know how it is. That day at the nightclub, you went home first, remember? I was a bit emotional about the mess, and he was so attentive that I ended up giving him a hug.""But it happened so quickly?""No, nothing had happened yet, just the exchange of glances, the smiles, hands touching, that sort of thing. " She giggles. "Then when we went to pick up the parcels today, we talked a lot. I stopped at a window to look at some clothes and he p
Finally, LondonJonIt's Monday morning. The year is almost over and a certain winter is beginning to arrive in the Middle East. The temperature today is around 26 degrees, a pleasant temperature. I realize that I'm getting married in December in a very cold London. Maybe it could be prettier, but it's definitely not the best time of year to plan a wedding. However, we don't have time. I don't want to give rise to multiple interpretations of Hazel's pregnant belly at our wedding. I know that the English tabloids love to pick on people with money and I don't want to give them any ammunition.We take Hellen and Hailey to the airport. I notice Hailey talking to Alex separately and they hug. Ah, my secret agent has fallen into the dancer doctor's trap! I give a hidden smile that only Hazel sees. Hellen comes to hug me."Son, do you promise not to be long with this building?”"I promise, Mom. I'll do my best to leave as
Finally, London Part 2JonA week laterOur agony at no longer being the talk of the English tabloids led us to London a week later to start preparing for our wedding.Still on the plane, Hazel clutched her handbag tightly, and within it, her precious notebook filled with a collage of photos, like a visual diary of her dreams and aspirations. These images were a testament to the countless hours she had spent researching and planning every detail of her dream wedding. They weren't just photos; they were fragments of her heart's desires.As she flipped through the pages, she saw the enchanting images that had captured her imagination. There were photographs of idyllic outdoor venues, nestled beneath ancient oaks or perched on a hillside with panoramic views. She had imagined herself walking down those dreamy, sun-kissed aisles surrounded by the beauty of nature.Next, there were snapshots of bouquets, each a stunning work of floral ar
Kensington palace part 1HazelI wake up very early on Monday. My mother and sister are returning to London today, and I want to enjoy their presence as much as possible.When I arrive at their bedroom door, I see them talking. They've already packed the only suitcase that's coming back with them, and the rest of their things are already in the apartment for when they return to live in Dubai. I hope my mother's treatment isn't too long. I'm sure I will need all the help I can get to raise my son here until the work on Jonathan's company is finished.I go into the room and hug them, there's already an atmosphere of farewell in the air, and I cry. Hailey smiles sympathetically."My sister, I know you're a whiner, but these hormones are making you so sensible.""I'm terrible." I say through my tears, "How long am I going to be like this?"My daughter, your body will soon get used to it. The first few months are just like that. I also got nauseous a lot in the first few months when I was