Hazel's POV
Hazel lay in bed, exhausted. She had just had the best night of her life last night with him, Ethan of course.
You could say Ethan was the lucky guy. He was a local passionate artiste and he owned the mini shop too. He possessed a neutral demeanor that concealed a history he carried.
She couldn't get her eyes off him the day she saw him so she made sure she got hold of him and not let him slip away. Ethan was nothing like the ruthless mafia boss, Damon, her baby daddy.
He walked in carrying a tray of food and a glass of water, placing it on the bed. He had just served Hazel breakfast in bed.
Hazel who had just woken up while he was away in the kitchen, smiled heartily as she watched him place the food tray
"Thank you to my man," she teased
Ethan chuckled as he sat, admiring her as she ate.
"Thank you," Hazel said, struggling to manage everything in her mouth.
He smiled, "Anything for you,"
"Good morning, Mommy" Jermaine walked in, interrupting their moment
"Morning, darling. Did you sleep well?" Hazel asked
He nodded in approval, turning his gaze on Ethan.
"Uncle Ethan, good morning," he greeted.
Ethan widened his arms, inviting him for a hug, "Come here, buddy,"
He ran, embracing him in a hug.
"Morning, Jermaine," Ethan replied, running his hand through his hair.
"Where's Nanny Nora?" Hazel asked Jermaine
He shrugged his shoulders, "Somewhere in the house, Mom,"
"Okay. Go, baby, go to her so she'll get you ready for school," Hazel instructed
He pulled away from the hug, "okay, Mom," he answered and left.
Putting the food tray away, Hazel tapped on the bed, inviting Ethan with a gentle gesture to lie down beside her on the bed.
He chuckled softly and obliged, laying down beside her as per her gesture.
"Is it time yet?" She queried, concerned about her relationship with Ethan, wondering if it was time to tell her son, Jermaine.
He shifted his posture, repositioning himself to face away from the window, directing his attention toward her. In response, She also turned, aligning herself to face him directly. Their eyes met.
He drew her closer to him, his hand gently resting on the nape of her neck as she nestled her head against it. His other hand tenderly cupped her cheek, fingers caressing it with a soft touch.
"I don't know, Hazel. Just don't be pressured about it. But in all, just know that I have come to stay," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity and a soft smile gracing his lips while his fingers continued to brush through her hair
"Thank you," she whispered, smiling weakly.
He smiled heartily, his eyes glued on her with an intensity that drew her in. Before she knew it, She was going to do it. She did it. Hazel leaned in, kissed him, and parted away.
But gently, their lips met again. He kissed back passionately. Each time they shared a kiss, it would always feel like the first time.
The kiss got more intense, and they couldn't deal with it anymore, their hormones were doing too much at that time but they gave in. Yes, they did.
"The door…" Hazel talked softly in his mouth.
Ethan chuckled as he got up to lock it.
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Anna walked into her office, neglecting her phone which had been blaring her ringtone since she left the parking lot.
Walking into her office, she was surprised at who she saw.
Damon, Damon Miller himself had paid her a visit in her office.
"Jeez! You scared me!" She exclaimed
"Well, if Mohammed refuses to go to the mountain, the mountain will go to him," he stated
Anna had blatantly refused to reply to any of Damon's texts as well as agreeing to see him because she didn't have the information he was asking for yet.
"It's not what you think, Damon," she replied, getting terrified.
He thundered, "Then what is it?! I've been calling you, Anna!"
He walked toward her, closing the distance between them, his hand on her neck, tightening his grip. "Are you avoiding me?" He sang mockingly
Her handbag and phone fell on the floor as she struggled to get away from his tightened grip.
"No… I… a.m… no..t," she struggled to say
Damon let go of his hand forcefully, cracking his fingers.
"When were you going to tell me that Hazel has a thing going on with that painter, Ethan?" He queried
Anna's eyes widened. She was shocked at how far Damon had gone in knowing the latest about Hazel. It hurt her. It hurt her that no matter how hard she fought to keep her away from him, he'd always come looking for her.
Anna had approached Hazel at the supermarket where they worked knowing that she had a history with the mafia boss, Damon.
Hazel and Damon often patronized that particular supermarket whenever they were out. So, after she ran away from his mansion, luckily for her, she got a job there as a cashier. Anna, being the type of woman who would do anything to be at the top, began to like Damon from afar and needed to get close to him. So she approached Hazel with that motive. They became best friends. She was everything a real best friend would be, unknowing to Hazel that it was just a facade.
"I was going to tell you, Damon. I swear," she answered, sobbing.
"When?!" He yelled, making Anna jolt.
"I'm sorry. I was just carried away with work," she replied, still sobbing.
"This better be the last time you'd do this Anna. You have three minutes to apologize to me properly right now," he spoke
Anna got on her knees immediately, reaching out for his pants, she loosened the belt, unzipped the pants, and proceeded to give him a BJ.
After she was done, Damon caressed his fingers on her cheek, pulling her face close to him forcefully.
"Now, what do you say?" He asked
"I'm sorry," she said amidst tears
"And?"
"I love you," Anna whispered
Damon smirked as he got up to dress well. Without hesitation, he proceeded to leave her office.
"I'll see you soon," he said walking away