Five years later…Hazel.Today is the day I've been praying for, my first day at my first job. I'd interviewed for the position of the Creative Director's Assistant. It's not exactly my dream job of being a fashion designer, but it's close enough. I believe that if I exercise patience and work hard, I'll get there one day.The creative director I'll be working under is Amanda Amerigo, the owner of Felda Fashion House. The company bears her mother's name, Felda, as a tribute. Amanda is a bit of a workaholic and quite strict. She's been married three times and obtained most of her husbands' wealth through divorce. Her career always took precedence, and that's why she hasn't remarried after leaving her three husbands financially devastated.Amanda already has an assistant, my best friend Ann, but she requested another one and recommended me for the position. After an interview with Amanda, she surprised me with her first words: "You're slim, I like it." It was an unusual compliment, but
Andrey. I find the strip of condoms I’d packed, ripped one open, managed to roll it in with gritted teeth. Maybe she would’ve done it for me, and maybe that would’ve been hot as hell, but since I want to actually get inside her before I went off like a gunshot, I needed to keep touching a minimum. Of course, as soon as I thought that, she dipped her fingers in my hair and dragged me down, pressing all her soft, lush curves against my body. Her skin was hot and damp from the exertion of her orgasm. Her folds were wet and open, ready for me, begging for me as she spread her legs and reached down to grasp my erection. In my ear, she whispered through gritting teeth, “Hard, please.”My eyes open like two flashlights beams. I just woke up suddenly, not because of any interruption, yet because of another wet dream of Hazel. I’m going insane about this girl. I’m losing my mind because of this girl. If I don’t find her soon, I might as well kill myself.Things just keep getting more out of
Hazel. In my life, I'd seen my fair share of attractive men – dominant, handsome, and charismatic individuals. But I was the type of woman who, when encountering a striking man, would casually lower her gaze, avoiding giving the impression of ogling. For the longest time, I didn't dwell on these encounters. After all, I had Chris, a handsome man who was more than enough for me.This man, however, was different. Being around him emitted an entirely distinct energy. It was something I couldn't quite put into words. It was a comforting feeling, even though I knew that he might be one of the most dangerous individuals I'd ever encountered. Absurdly, he seemed both calming and toxic, and his heavily tattooed appearance from neck to arms only added to his aura of danger.I didn't know who he was or why he had intervened to save my mother and me from a life-threatening situation. The fear of what he might ask for in return was growing inside me. My imagination spun scenarios I didn't wish t
Andrey. She's beautiful, especially when she furrows her brows and pouts her lips. I seem to make her do that quite often—I tend to annoy her more than I should.Hazel's personality reminds me of my mother's, a unique blend of stubbornness and an easy-going nature. She possesses that uncanny ability to intentionally annoy people and then make amends for her mistakes with a disarming charm. It strikes me how much Hazel is like my mother in that sense, always willing to make up for her errors.I love Hazel, and I'm convinced that she would love me in return. The challenge lies in being patient and allowing time to work its magic. I can't put a precise timeline on how long I can wait, but every time I think of her, the desire to be with her intensifies. It's agonizing to not have her by my side, where I can protect her.The only way to win Hazel over now is to show her that Chris isn't as perfect as she believes. My thorough investigation revealed that he had a significant secret—he was
Hazel.My head felt like it was on the verge of splitting in two. Just one look at me, and you'd see how drained I was, having hardly slept last night.After the party Chris took me to and then abandoned me, I returned home, and he followed me, which led to a huge fight. He accused me of cheating when he had taken me to the party and left me to go hook up with someone else. He even had the audacity to claim that a random lady kissing his neck had been a mistake.The lipstick on his lips and all over his face were mistake too, I suppose?I didn't want to delve into it further. I wanted to keep my focus on my work schedule for the day. Ann was attending to a client, leaving me to deal with Amanda's paperwork. I tried to concentrate, but my mind kept drifting back to the man my boyfriend accused me of cheating with.It was both funny and irritating. Funny that I had been willing to follow Andrey without even knowing where he was taking me. Irritating that I had been so willing to follow
Andrey. The plan was unfolding exactly as I had expected. Today was going to be a straightforward win, and I didn't need to fight hard for it; in fact, I could execute it right from the comforts of my office.I've held the position of CEO at Sandro's Industries for seven years, and never before had I felt so confident in a negotiation. It was about Hazel, and Chris. In a way, it felt like buying her, even though we had an unspoken agreement with her."So, you're willing to let go of Hazel for fifteen grand?" I questioned him, savoring the sound of him agreeing to my offer. I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt on Hazel's behalf. She didn't deserve someone like Chris, and making this deal almost felt like I was buying her freedom.Chris shrugged indifferently, which irked me. The way he treated Hazel infuriated me. The way he diminished her value made me want to take drastic measures.I swallowed my resentment and nodded, gesturing for one of my associates to fetch the agree
Hazel. My throat was sore, likely from the effort of keeping my tears and pain locked up within my chest. Everything hurt. I wanted to scream, to let it all out, but I couldn't do it right now. I was on my way back to the office with Amanda. My emotions were all over the place, but Amanda seemed utterly indifferent to my existence. She was immersed in her tablet, typing away, completely ignoring my unrest. I didn't blame her; in fact, I appreciated the silence between us. I had no desire to answer any questions right now because I knew if anyone asked what was wrong, I'd break down in tears."Isn't Andrey interesting?" Amanda suddenly asked, breaking the silence.His name on her lips caused a sharp pang in my chest. I swallowed hard and tried to regain my composure. I didn't understand why she was bringing up her devilish nephew. I didn't want to engage in this conversation because he is the reason I am feeling this way right now."He's something," I replied, keeping my response brie
Andrey. “You deserve what she did to you because you’re a weak ass.”The words slice through me like a knife, but I keep a stoic expression. My attention is solely on the beaten and battered man before me, his body covered in sweat and blood, gasping for air. The sight of a grown man reduced to this state fills me with a perverse satisfaction.I deliver a powerful blow, my fist connecting with his jaw, causing him to groan in pain. He's resilient, which is precisely why he's one of the best at what he does. But he crossed a line, a line that I cannot tolerate.“You’re fucking wasting your time, man,” Jayden spoke again when I didn’t answer his pathetic insult. Amid the insults hurled at me by Jayden, I continue my assault, unflinching, focused on my task. His job was simple: protect Hazel. But he failed. Two nights ago, she walked home alone and was mugged by some men. She's physically okay, but I can't forgive myself for allowing her to experience such fear when I was still alive. S