Passion Part 2
HazelWhen we get to the door of Carmen's apartment, Alex says he'll wait there."Here? Standing outside?" Carmen asks."Yes, ma'am.""Not at all. Standing at my door will attract too much attention. It's lucky that only foreigners live here, because otherwise I wouldn't even go upstairs without another man present, and my boyfriend is at work."Carmen enters and points out the sofa to him."You can sit down, my friend and I are going to talk in the bedroom. If you want something to drink you can get it from the fridge, no problem. And that's the bathroom. Make yourself at home.""Thank you, ma'am."She pulls me by the arm into her room, commenting that she finds the situation funny. She puts a low song on her cell phone right by the door, and I hear her saying, "Now, no one can hear our conversation," and laughs, pointing to the door, referring to Alex.In CarmeLove is a lieJonThe Dungeon room is the safest place in the house to talk about what I want with Hazel. I put on ordinary jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. I sit down in my armchair. As long as that she-devil doesn't come home, no one will have dinner.I hear the door handle turn just as I light a cigarette. The ambient light is diffuse and amber, it's a bit dark. I don't look to see Hazel come in, I just wait for her to address me. I don't want to talk too much since she's disobeyed me and the contract."Good evening, Jonathan. " She says quietly as she sits down on the bed where I had a wonderful fellatio earlier. Too bad it wasn't with her.I hear the loud sound of her headphones, is she listening to music today? Something I've never seen her do, at least not with headphones on. I can even hear the song playing that repeats a refrain: "Love is a lie."" Can you take this off to listen to it
Love is a lie Part 2 Jon When I get up, she does it straight away."Wait right here in the living room, lolla."She stays there and sits down on the sofa. I go to the bedroom and realize that Hazel has already taken everything to her old room. I go there and knock on the door. It takes almost no time for her to open the door. I walk in and close it behind me. I take a good look at my fake fiancée, one of the most beautiful women in the whole city, and analyze her behavior."Listen to me, Hazel. I'm not going to tolerate you starting to bully the girl or making her feel humiliated in this house."She snorts like a teenager and crosses her arms."Fine, I didn't do that, I just told you the truth, you don't need me anymore, Jonathan, tear up the contract!""You know I can't do that, people liked you, Sheik Hamdan liked you, didn't he?! Besides, we have other business dinners to go to. By the way," I pause dramatically, shoving my hands into my jeans pockets as I flash him a debauched sm
Love is a battefield Part 1HazelI get home and go straight to the dungeon room to meet Jonathan. Carmen is someone who believes in love and has an optimism about it that I don't have. I've always preferred to trust my work more than men. The conversation with her gave me some encouragement, but in any case, I still feel shaken. As much as I've already realized what's happening to my feelings, expressing them and being able to hear the confession coming out of my own mouth, was like confirmation of everything I'm feeling. No illusions.My cell phone plays a song about love, "love is a lie" by Bloom. Is love a lie?"Love is nothing but goodbyes,Broken hearts and lonely nights,Love's the tear that never dries,Love is a lie"I enter the room with my headphones in my ears, lulled by those sad lyrics. I'm suffering. I don't feel like talking to Jonathan at the moment. I hope that my eyes are no longer so red
Love is a battefield Part 2HazelIt's my bad luck that I have to have dinner with them now. I understand that Jonathan wants to address me as an employee, and this should have been the case from the beginning, but things have changed. Beyond our control. I know she was in his plans before me, but it doesn't make me feel less uneasy. I have to stay focused and stop myself from saying more than I should. I head for the table and exchange a spontaneous smile with Nadia, who is already living the room. I sit down, thinking about the song I heard with Carmen, and avoid looking at Lolla. Love is a battlefield, Hazel. Learn to fight, girl!Jonathan says something that sounds like a presentation, more or less to explain our positions and functions. He asks if we want to say something. I want to, but I can't really speak my mind, so I'd better keep quiet. I thought Lolla would do the same, but shesurprises me. What does she want
A tough dayJonI wake up early. I'm in my room. The night was satisfying, but not as much as I wanted. I still fed the dominator that lives in my inner dungeon. It's a creature that lives in chains waiting to see the sunset. When it does, it takes hold of me in indescribable ways. The control I try so hard to exert over everything is satisfied for a few hours. But, as an engineering professor, a guru to me, used to say: Things are going to get out of hand at some point, it's just a question of whether you're prepared to deal with adversity. Obviously, he was talking about iron structures, cement, workers and building plans. I think it fits in faithfully with what I'm experiencing at the moment.In the evening things got a bit out of hand, as I hadn't planned, but what is a dominator if no one escapes his control? That's when I can demonstrate my ability to put them under my whip and order everything back to normal. It's true that I do a lot of this un
ReflectionsHazelIt's wonderful to be able to walk along the sand in peace, it's still late spring and today is not so hot. Walking is almost like therapy. It helps me think.I come back tired from my walk along the sands and the pool looks inviting, so I seize the opportunity to take a dip. My knee is much better with the doctor's advice, and I'm still taking the teas he recommended.I try to distract myself, but my thoughts are now focused on how I should behave with Lolla. Preferably without showing any kind of rivalry. I need to keep my emotions in check. It's not easy for me. I can't be angry with her. After all, she has nothing to do with this crazy situation I'm in. I've gotten myself into it, and I could never have imagined that I would be hooked by love like this. I thought I would be shielded from Cupid's arrows if I spent all my time working. And I was so happy that way, dedicating myself to my true love, the dance! Keeping an emotional distance from people helped me under
The darkest, deepest part of the soulJonIt's late at night, I think Hazel is asleep. I knock twice on Iolla's bedroom door. It doesn't take long for her to appear, but I've already left. I'm in the kitchen. When Iolla finds me, I'm looking in the fridge."Sir?" She rubs her eyes. I was asleep, after all, it's 1am.I'm idle and anxious about waiting for these days at home. That means I'm more prone to BDSM than I've ever been."Go into the living room."" Yes, sir."When I appear in the living room, I'm carrying a jar of peaches in syrup and dragging a rope. Actually, I should use the Dungeon room for all this, but to be quite honest with myself, fuck Hazel! If she sees anything, I don't care. She doesn't like any of this and would certainly be horrified by everything I intend to do with Iolla." Kneeling."Lolla kneels with her hands on her thighs, palms upwards, as they should be. I sit down on the sofa and slowly
The dance of seven veils Part 1 Hazel Dinner with them wasn't so bad. Lolla and I hardly spoke at all, I avoided looking at her too much. Jonathan comments on the two days he'll be at home, without much enthusiasm. There's no way to rest peacefully in the situation he's in. He doesn't seem very eager to eat, but at least he's set aside the glass of whisky. This time, upon finishing, I ask for leave, but not permission. Just out of politeness. Even though I've been lying down for quite some time, I can't sleep. I feel worried after seeing him drink. Before lying down, I had gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water and saw him alone in the living room again with a glass in his hand. Did he go to bed? I get up and look around the house. I hear some movement in the living room, and decide to see what is happening. I imagine that Jonathan is still drinking. Maybe his problems at work are worse than I thought. I walk barefoot, without making a sound, and stop at the end of the corrido