- ASAMI - The idiot trusts me. I chuckle under my breath, enjoying a glass of wine in my designated private office in the university. It’s surreal how she does but who wouldn’t? I have my ways with breaking people’s wall, but she eased up to me so easily. I take another sip. Poor, poor Hazel actually thinks I like her. My eyes dulls as I stare into empty space. Flash warning, I don’t. Killian’s old woman is watching my every movement like a hawk, yes, I can’t hurt the girl but I can get into her mind. And it won’t be long till those mind games turn into something more. After all, she wants to have ‘lunch’ sometime. She’s dumb, that’s for sure, but she’s just nineteen. I roll my eyes. A very gullible and aggravating nineteen year old. I sigh. Hazel has no idea I know who she’s with. Although I’m acting out based on my own personal feelings, which is amateurish and inappropriate, I will break them. Killian’s engaged. To her best friend in fact and that
- HAZEL - I’m on my period. For goodness’s sakes! Of all the times it could come, it chose now? To-freaking-day?! Really?!! I mean, now I understand why I was overly horny the past week but this just sucks. I can’t have sex. I’ve never had the biggest bummer in my life. ‘I’m outside.’ I text Killian. ‘Coming in a bit. I think it’s high time I gave you a key.’ My heart stops for a second as I read his text . He wants to give me a key to his home? Does this mean complete access to him? Is this a sign that this thing we have between us is productive? I’ve never been happier! I clear my throat. I’m not sure I want to show him my excitement, after all, it could just be in my head. Sighting a huge, sexy, masculine form approach me from outside the gates of this mansion makes my heart stop for a second. Killian is beautiful. Every pose, every smile, every movement, every single walk he takes and things he does makes it even more obvious. He’s beautiful in every angle.
- KILLIAN - A yawn slips out my mouth as I head to my room. I’m exhausted. The moment I get close to the door, an awareness kicks in making me halt. My door is slightly ajar. Someone’s invaded my privacy. I dip my hand behind my back slowly, dipping it inside my black sweatpants to get a hold of my gun in the strap. One can never be too over prepared. I’d very much love to be over prepared than under prepared. Worst case scenario, whoever is in there is just a random thief who thought he or she could make a bank by robbing me. If that’s the case, one way or the other, I’ve got to get the image of me with a gun out of the person’s mind in whatever way possible. I cock my gun and push my door open, pointing my gun out in front of my face immediately. The person that prodded my room closes a book and turns to look at me. “Do you always carry a gun around? I wonder how she doesn’t see it. She’s always touching you.” Asami’s voice immediately makes my mood sour.
- Hazel - It's our anniversary today. Tristan and I are finally celebrating being one year together and he told me he has everything planned. All I need to do is meet him at the hotel. One of the best in the city. It's hard getting a reservation there. One has to apply and wait for months before a space is available. I blushed, walking out of the flower shop with a bouquet. I dipped my head in it and inhaled. The floral scent mix makes me feel even better. That shows how much he cherishes us. I'm still hyped about the whole thing and can't wait to tell Kate about it. I'm sure my phone will be buzzing with messages before I arrive at the hotel. Kate is my childhood friend and best friend. We planned to attend the same campus and follow the list we wrote as kids of how we want our lives planned till I met Tristan. That didn't change anything between us, but we're far apart in different states because now, Tristan and I are in the same university. Bad choice, I know, but how could I
- HAZEL -I got out of my bathroom in a short pink robe and newly styled hair. I did it myself. I obviously spent more time fixing my hair than washing my body and I won't be surprised if I'm late. My eyes scanned my room decorated with scented candles, I can feel the love already. Laying comfortably on my bed is an opened box of clothes, accessories and heels he wants me to wear. Tristan left it with a note. Put this on for me tonight. I'll pick you at nine. - Love Tristan. Just rereading that sent butterflies to my stomach. What's not to love about him? Who wouldn't want to be me at this moment? Just beside the gift box, is my phone. I sat on my bed, grabbing my phone. As expected, it's swarmed with messages and missed calls from Kate. I haven't even left yet and it's ten minutes to nine. I won't rush. It's not lady-like to do so. I'll make him wait. After all, men crave a little bit of delay from their love interest, right? I picked up the jewelry box and walked to my queen s
- KILLIAN -I was going through some folders on my desk when I my phone screen beamed with a notification. My phone is on silent but that dim glow caught my attention and I picked it up while pinching the bridge of my nose. I got a text from an unknown number. A client maybe. Or the vice chancellor. I unlocked my phone and tapped the notification. The person texted me 'hi'. I don't know if whoever it is doesn't know how laughable this is. Getting a text from an unknown number is one thing, no introduction after that text is another. I've been busy sorting out files tirelessly all day, so maybe this could be a good distraction. I responded. Personally, I'm not interested in the least, but I want to know if someone needs to get some work done and why this person was dumb enough to text with his or her actual line. I held my phone in my hand and exhaled, staring at the screen. 'We met at the grill. One of Resa's friends.'I read. That piqued my interest. It's normal for women to fa
- KILLIAN - She's drunk. I sat her in my car in the passenger seat, belted her up and walked to my side. It would be entirely different if she wasn't. I can't touch her the way I want to. I can't look at her either because she's vulnerable. I gazed at Hazel. She leaned her head on my window, in my suit jacket. A grin formed on my face. Despite her infuriating attitude when she's drunk, she is fun to look at. A very pleasing and amusing sight. My eyes traced her neck, down her torso then to her thighs. I swallowed and averted my gaze back to the road. I want to claim those thighs. Just being in between them stirred a feeling I thought I burried away. "Where are you taking me?" Hazel asked, staring ahead. "Home." I responded, keeping my eyes both on her and the road. "You know where I live?" I chuckled darkly. "No honey, my home." I watched her reaction to my words. She sat up straight and squeezed her thighs together. She's nervous. I want to ease her nerves but at the same ti
- Hazel - I couldn't move even if I wanted to. My knees are weak and his fingers are doing things to my body. Making me imagine sinful things. "I'm waiting." The deep baritone of Killians voice sent jolts of electricity down my spine. He's so close to me that I can barely breathe nor think. "Tell me how good I looked." I panted, trying to keep my dignity. I don't have it. I wanted this but now that he's making a move, it feels different. "Is that an order?" Killian asked, spreading my pussy lips for him. His finger circled my clit, forcing my head to rest on his chest. This is torture. The good kind. "Please." I begged. With his hands touching me like that, it's hard to speak properly. "I can't hear you." Killian said, kissing my neck. I titled my neck to the side to allow him. His lips feel so good on my skin. "Please tell me how good I looked. How much you wanted me." My words came out as a whimper amidst moans. Killian chuckled, pulling the robe down my shoulder to reveal my