I tried to pull down the dress further down but it wasn’t cooperating. It was too short, stopping right below my ass. For a moment, I contemplated taking it off and foregoing the party but then I took a good look at the bills on my coffee table and sighed.My date had sent me to pick the dress from a guard at his hotel. I didn’t imagine it would be so revealing or even slutty. I looked like a hooker in it.It hugged my body like second skin. There was nothing classy about it even though it was designer. It showed off a lot of my cleavage to the point that my breasts were almost spilling out.When Julia hooked me up with the job, I didn’t imagine it would be so demanding. She assured me I was safe and I wouldn’t have to sell my body for money. All I had to do was act like an arm candy to important and powerful men in the country.I was lucky I had walked in heels all my life. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to walk a single step in the six-inch hooker heels that came with the dres
When I went for the senator’s birthday party, the last person I expected to see there was Hazel. She was in a form-fitting, sleeveless mini-dress. It is a striking shade of deep red with spaghetti straps.That damn dress showcased her cleavage in ways I didn’t like. One wrong tug and her breasts would spill out. The dress hugged her body closely, accentuating her gorgeous figure. It appeared to be made of a smooth, slightly stretchy fabric buit no matter how hard she tugged, it didn’t increase in length.To make matters worse, it was way too short. She wouldn’t even be able to sit in it. It would force her to stand all night. I wondered what she would do when we got to the dinner part.I was positive it was going to show her panties.I did another double take to make sure she was real and wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. Maybe she was Hazel’s lookalike—no. I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm
“Fuck! “ I cursed as I picked up all the documents I had dropped. I was in my favorite coffee shop ordering coffee before I went for a job interview. I was so clumsy I tripped and dropped everything I had been holding. Everyone looked at me as I picked up my items while I blushed in embarrassment. I hated being the center of attention and people were giving it out in plenty. “Here, let me help you, “ someone said. I looked at my good samaritan to see a good-looking man with deep blue eyes and an award-winning smile. I blushed even harder and tried not to let my hands shake. I was already sweating like I had just run the marathon. I didn’t want the stranger to think I was some kind of weirdo. “Thank you, “ I said as I stood up and got all my documents from him. He was in casual clothes, had coffee in his hands, and had a boyish smile on his face.“You’re welcome, beautiful, “ he answered smoothly. I wanted to give him a chance and flirt back but I had a lot on my plate–adding a ma
“Aren’t you going to give me your number? “ She asked. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Even as she spoke, the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her pouty lips.“I’ll find you. “ When I went to the coffee shop, the last person I had expected to see there was Hazel. She was as beautiful as she had been all those years ago. The photos I had seen of her on the internet did not do her justice at all. Even as she left the car, I fought the urge to ask her to stay and go with me back to myplace. Fuck. I still had feelings for her. Even after everything her family had done to me, I didn’t hate her. I knew she was trouble and I should forget her but it was easier said than done. I was a stubborn man who always got what he wanted. And I fucking wanted Hazel Thompson to myself. I wanted to seduce her, have her, and then make her feel unworthy of my love. Just like she fucking did to me. In the process, I was going to fuck her out of my system and forget she ever e
I didn’t get the job. Hell, I didn’t even get called to do the interview. They suddenly told me that they were no longer hiring. It wasn’t like I wasn’t qualified. I fought the urge to yell at someone and demand some respect. They should have called me before I went out of the way to prepare and arrive at the building as agreed. However, I had no power so I left. Instead of thinking about how much I needed a job, a certain brown-eyed devil haunted my thoughts. I thought of the way my body reacted when he touched me, the way he looked at me longingly, and the fact that he wanted to see me again. The whole way home, I was caught in a loop of the events that had taken place that morning. It was like a scene from a movie–surreal.The minute I got to my shitty apartment, everything came crashing back. The way my family lost everything, how my father went to prison, how my sister turned out, and the tragic story of my mother. I once had a perfect family and in one night, it all came cra
It was three in the morning and I was driving around New York pretending I was out clearing my head. It was just a fucking lie I told myself to pretend I knew what I was doing when it came to Hazel. My phone rang just as I pulled up to the address Ivan had gotten me. “Carter is in. The shipments will be arriving soon. I don’t know what you said to him but it worked. “Of course, it fucking worked. I was the most powerful and dangerous man in New York. A lot of his actions were motivated by fear. I was unforgiving and everybody knew it. Carter was smart to accept my escorts, drinks, and deals.“Be ready for him and be careful. ““What did you do? Apologize? ““I don’t apologize to anyone. He was happy with the girls you sent and drinks. All I had to do was stroke his ego by telling him he has the best ammo and product in the business. ““Okay. Where are you? I thought you would want to see this shipment for yourself. It is the biggest one yet. Is there somewhere more important than t
I would be lying if I said I didn’t dress up nicely for Markos. He’d given me an address of where I would go so I could start my new job. Putting aside my pride and accepting his help was the hardest thing I had to do.Especially when I used to have everything handed to me.I was dressed in the nicest clothes I could find. I was in a short sundress and cute flats. I had on minimal makeup and my hair was free. I didn’t have a curler but I improvised with the items in my tiny apartment.I had to take three subways and walk through the busy streets of New York to the Upper East where his hotel was. I’d googled it but the name of the owner was not listed. I guess he must have been serious when he said he didn’t want his name on blogs.The hotel was modern, extravagant, and a sight for sore eyes. I was almost too embarrassed to walk in because of how bad I looked in comparison. The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx.“Hello, I’m here to see M
It had been weeks since I saw Markos again. He was nowhere in the hotel premises in my first three weeks of work. I started to believe that he never came around that hotel. It was probably his least-visited hotel.Disappointment hit me in waves. It felt like I was back in college begging for his attention, begging for him to tell him what I did after ghosting me. I hated that I felt like crying.Knowing he knew I worked in his hotel and he didn’t come to see me hit hard. I wanted answers for our past mess and at the same time, I also wanted his attention. I would be lying if I said I didn’t still have feelings for him.“Hazel, you’ve been asked to clean the penthouse,” Derek stated as he passed by me.I was at the reception checking my book of chores. The penthouse suite hadn’t been slotted for me in the book. I started to think that maybe Derek had mistaken me for someone else.But I squished that thought when I remembered how much he hated me. He never treated other housekeepers the