Hazel, still swaying slightly from the effects of the wine, raised her head to meet the gaze of the man who had abruptly yanked her away. To her tipsy senses, he appeared like a good-looking figure, and she greeted him with a casual."Hey."The person who had forcefully intervened was none other than Francisco. He held Hazel in his arms, his eyes momentarily locking onto hers before shifting to Rafael, who stood a short distance away."Mr. Francisco, you shouldn’t have pulled her in this way. She could be hurt."Rafael admonished, his tone carrying a hint of anger as he clenched his fists in disapproval.Francisco's anger, palpable and etched on his face, flared in response."How dare you touch my PA?"He spat, the words filled with a possessiveness that revealed more than a professional attachment."She is your PA, not your girlfriend. So, dare not say it."Rafael retorted defiantly, drawing a line between professional boundaries.As the tension escalated on the dance floor, Hazel,
Hazel struggled with the car door, frustration etched on her face as she prodded Francisco with both her hands and knees. He remained stiff, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.Amidst the tense atmosphere, Francisco ordered the driver to head directly to the mansion. “Drive home quickly.”His terse command hung in the air, emphasizing the gravity of his mood. The driver, experienced at discerning his boss's temper, nodded subtly and accelerated the car."I want to go back…""Hey, stop the car."The driver, recognizing the intensity of his boss's glare through the rearview mirror, chose to ignore Hazel's plea. He kept his focus on the road, determined to fulfill Francisco's instructions promptly.Undeterred, Hazel persisted. "Let me go." She extended her hands towards the door, attempting to unlock it in a desperate bid to change their course.The car sped through the city streets, each passing moment adding to the tension inside. Hazel's attempts to alter their destination were met
The dimly lit street bore witness to Max's calculated act of defiance. Turning his head toward Diana's apartment window, he smirked, knowing that she was observing the dramatic tableau from behind the curtain.In a sudden burst of raw emotion, a sharp sound shattered the stillness. Max, with a smug smile still lingering on his lips, unleashed a powerful punch at the window of Ben's car.The glass yielded to the force, shattering into a thousand glinting fragments. The cacophony of breaking glass was punctuated by the unexpected violence, and pieces of glass embedded themselves in Max's palms and fingers.As the realization of what had just transpired settled in, Ben's brows furrowed in astonishment. He watched Max's bleeding hand, the crimson droplets staining the pavement below.A mix of shock in Ben's narrowed eyes as he assessed the damage to his car.Max, seemingly unperturbed, continued to smoke, exhaling a plume of smoke defiantly in Ben's direction."You broke my car, Mr. If yo
As Max's aggressive kiss pressed upon her, Diana found herself caught in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. The intensity of the kiss, coupled with the deliberate restriction of airflow, hinted at Max's desire to assert dominance and inflict a form of punishment.Yet, Diana was no stranger to the art of control. Trained like Max and Francisco, she understood the intricate dance of power that played out in their tumultuous connection.Summoning her own strength, Diana attempted to push Max away, to break free from the punishing kiss. But Max's grip was firm, and the struggle for dominance continued. Diana, refusing to succumb to the perceived punishment, changed tactics. With a swift movement, she entwined her fingers in Max's hair, pulling him closer, and reciprocated the rough intensity of his kiss.Diana took control of the moment.Max groaned in response.Rising from her seat, Diana positioned herself on Max's lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. The change in altitude altere
Hazel's playful question lingered in the air, "Are you a human or a vampire?"The music in the background heightened the seductive atmosphere, a symphony that seemed to underscore the clandestine dance unfolding in the room.In response to Hazel's inquiry, Francisco, his patience waning, seized her hair and pulled her towards him. A soft whimper escaped her lips, blending with the seductive rhythm echoing from the background. The room swirled with an intoxicating blend of music and tension."You really annoyed me, Hazel."Francisco declared, his voice resonating with a veiled frustration. Hazel, her eyes barely able to open, registered his words amidst the blurred surroundings. The enticing melody seemed to cloud her senses, creating an ethereal realm where reality and desire intertwined.As Francisco spoke, Hazel felt his hot breath against her neck. A shiver traversed her spine as a sharp pain pierced her collarbone.She let out a low groan, the boundary between pleasure and pain bl
Max dismissed the nonchalance in his tone, a stark contrast to the turmoil that echoed in the room.As Max walked away, Diana couldn't bear the sight of him in such a state. She hurriedly caught up with him, determined to intervene in the internal conflict that seemed to consume them both."But as a doctor, I can't see you in this way," Diana pleaded, her genuine concern cutting through the tense air. Max halted, closing his eyes as if bracing himself for the storm of emotions."You want to treat a criminal?""It will not be good for your reputation."Unable to meet his gaze, she let her gaze fall, her heart aching with an unspoken burden.Suddenly, the sharp sound of a cracking door pierced the silence. Diana's eyes shot up, catching sight of Max leaving the apartment.Her heart sank, the reality of the situation hitting her with full force. Tears welled up in her eyes as she slid down to the ground, the weight of the moment bearing down on her shoulders.Did I really do excess with
"What happened last night? Don't you remember anything?" Francisco's inquiry hung in the air, the weight of the unanswered question pressing upon Hazel. Her unwavering gaze bore into him, seeking the truth in the midst of uncertainty.Hazel, resolute in her quest for answers, confronted Francisco, asking with a touch of concern, "Did we do something improper?"Francisco, undeterred, took a step closer, leaning over her ear to deliver his response in a whispered revelation. "You did a lot of things, Hazel. From where should I start?"Hazel's eyes widened, the revelation of their shared night threatening to unfold. Something had transpired, something that Hazel now feared might have crossed boundaries that shouldn't have been breached. She turned back to face Francisco, attempting to grasp the extent of the unspoken events.As she stepped back, ready to create some distance between them, Francisco, with a sudden and unexpected move, wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her
Francisco, after taking a deep breath, loosened his hands and took deliberate steps toward Hazel. His tone, laced with allure, cut through the charged air as he confronted her, "How dare you talk about a resignation letter?"Hazel, her exhalation heavy with the weight of the moment, found herself ensnared in Francisco's alluring gaze. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Mr. Francisco, I... I am afraid of rumors. It will affect our image. I hope you can understand what I am trying to say."Clutching the edge of her nightie, Hazel tried to articulate the concerns that fueled her defiance. Francisco's eyes remained locked on hers.Hazel!I remember that night, and I know it was you.However, before Francisco could delve further into his thoughts, Hazel's pragmatic words cut through the moment."Can you open the door?"Francisco, after listening to Hazel's concerns about rumors, chose to maintain a stoic silence.A decisive clap from Francisco, almost theatrical, saw the door yieldin
Lily suddenly held Hazel’s hand, her voice calm but firm. “Calm down! Let me call him. But you have to finish your meal first,” she said before walking out of the room.Hazel sat back on the bed, irritation bubbling inside her. This is too much, she thought, clenching her fists.After a while, the door creaked open, and Max entered, his presence commanding the room. He glanced at the untouched meal on the table, his brows furrowing in displeasure. Though his temper flared, he reminded himself to stay composed—for Francisco’s sake.“You haven’t even touched your food,” Max said, his tone edged with restrained annoyance.“Exactly,” Hazel replied, crossing her arms defiantly. “I need to talk to Francisco!”Max sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to maintain his calm. “He’s not available right now, and I can’t reach him either. It could be a network issue.”Hazel narrowed her eyes. “Where is he?”“He went to his grandfather’s house,” Max answered after a pause.Hazel raise
Hazel noticed Lily downstairs and quickly descended the stairs. As soon as Lily saw her, she hurried over with a worried expression.“Ms. Hazel, you’re awake! You could have called me,” Lily said, her tone full of concern. “You must be hungry. Please, go back to your room. I’ll bring something for you to eat.”Hazel frowned, confused by the strange tension in Lily’s voice. Something felt off.“Wait a second,” Hazel said, stopping Lily with a hand. “First, tell me what’s going on here. Why is everyone acting so weird?” She glanced around at the house, now filled with bodyguards stationed at various points. “And why are there so many guards here?”Lily hesitated, fidgeting nervously. “Ms., Boss arranged all of this. They’re here for your safety. And I’m here to take care of anything you need.”“For my safety?” Hazel’s tone rose as her confusion turned to frustration. “Why do I need this? I don’t need any of it!” Her voice sharpened as she arched a brow, waiting for answers.Lily sighed
Kai groaned, blood pooling beneath him. Max and Lucas stood by, their faces emotionless as they watched Francisco’s wrath unfold. Neither of them spoke—they knew better.Francisco sat in a chair, his cold gaze fixed on Kai. There was no hint of mercy, no sign of hesitation. He seemed to relish the sight before him, his lips curving into a grim line.“It’s better if you just stay silent,” Francisco muttered, his tone low and menacing.He rose from the chair, gun in hand, and knelt down in front of Kai. Gripping Kai’s neck tightly, Francisco forced him to meet his unrelenting stare.“You dared to touch her?” Francisco growled, his voice filled with venom.He pressed the gun against Kai’s forehead. “You looked at her with these eyes?” Francisco whispered, shifting the barrel to one of Kai’s eyes.“There’s no forgiveness for you,” he murmured, repeating the phrase like a mantra.Without warning, Francisco pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the room, and blood splattered across
Hazel, her mind clouded and her body trembling, suddenly clasped Francisco’s collar and pulled him down into a kiss. Her movements were fevered, desperate, and without hesitation. Francisco stiffened at first, his hands instinctively going to her arms as if to push her away.“Hazel,” he murmured against her lips, trying to steady her. But she didn’t stop, her kisses becoming more insistent.For a moment, Francisco battled with himself. He knew she wasn’t in her right mind—her behavior erratic and fueled by whatever drugs that fucking Kai had forced upon her. She was vulnerable, and he should protect her, not exploit the situation.But then his heart whispered louder than his mind. This was his chance—a chance to have what he’d long desired but could never ask for. He wanted Hazel, all of her. A family with her. A future where she wouldn’t leave him, bound not just by love but by something unbreakable.He hesitated only for a heartbeat more before he gave in. His hands slid to her wais
It had been hours, the room pulsed with dim red and blue lights, an eerie ambiance that cloaked its sinister purpose. The heavy scent of leather, sweat, and stale perfume filled the air. On the floor, Hazel knelt, bound and blindfolded. Her wrists were shackled with cold steel chains, the metal biting into her skin as she trembled.She was clad in tight lace lingerie, her body exposed and vulnerable.Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her head drooping as if the strength to resist had long since left her. The collar around her neck tugged slightly as the man looming over her adjusted the leash. Hazel whimpered softly, her voice breaking the unsettling silence.She whimpered as the sting of the whip bit into her back again.“Um…” Her voice was faint, a mixture of pain and helplessness.The man, his face hidden behind an eye mask, grinned maliciously. His big belly heaved as he leaned closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. “How does it feel to play, darling?” he hissed, his
Max nodded, his gaze steady despite the weight of the situation. Ignoring Dimitri’s sly remarks, he turned his attention to Francisco. “Francisco,” he said firmly, signaling discreetly for him to step aside.Francisco’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, scanning Max’s expression. Something wasn’t right.Dimitri, ever the provocateur, interrupted with a smirk. “What’s this? Is everything alright, Max?”Max forced a tight smile, keeping his tone neutral. “Yes. It’s a personal matter.”Dimitri raised an eyebrow, feigning concern. “Ah, I see. For a moment, I thought my important guests weren’t being looked after properly.”Max’s lips curved into a quick, thin smile. “It’s your party, Dimitri. There’s no way it could flop.”Before Dimitri could respond, Max turned back to Francisco, his urgency thinly veiled. “Francisco, we need you. Right now.”Francisco’s piercing gaze lingered on Max for a moment, searching for answers in his eyes. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he rose from his se
Francisco’s jaw clenched as his phone buzzed again, Arthur’s name flashing on the screen. He let out a slow, deliberate breath, trying to mask the turmoil building within. The room was silent except for the faint rustle of papers and the occasional clink of glasses.Dimitri leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement as he lightly touched his lips with his thumb. He observed Francisco with a predatory curiosity, savoring the rare moment of tension in the usually unflappable man.“What happened, Francisco?” Dimitri finally broke the silence, his voice calm but laden with intrigue.Francisco’s gaze flicked at him, sharp but unreadable. Before he could respond, James interjected with a smirk, “You’re not the old Francisco anymore, are you?”Dimitri chuckled softly. “Perhaps Hazel is responsible for that change.”The room’s atmosphere shifted, charged with unspoken truths. Francisco rubbed his forehead, his frustration evident, but he didn’t rise to their bait. Instea
Hazel swayed unsteadily as the girl held her arm firmly. “Are you okay?” the girl asked, her voice soft but laced with concern.Hazel pressed her lips together, nodding weakly. “Yes… I’m fine,” she muttered, but her words lacked conviction. She tried to focus her vision, but everything was still blurry. Her head throbbed, and her body felt uncomfortably warm.“I don’t know… I’m just—” Hazel murmured, glancing at the girl who was helping her. She couldn’t make out her face clearly in the haze of her drugged state, but her touch felt steady.“You’ll be fine,” the girl said soothingly. “Let’s get you out of this dress. It’s too tight—it’s not helping.”Hazel didn’t respond. She felt aware enough to understand the situation but too disoriented to resist or make decisions. Her mind spun with the realization that she must have been drugged, and the heat coursing through her body only confirmed her suspicion.The girl carefully worked to change Hazel’s dress. Hazel felt a cool breeze agai
Hazel sat on the barstool, her frustration palpable as she tapped her nails lightly on the counter. Her voice was low but sharp as she asked the bartender for a drink, not caring what it was. She couldn’t suppress the anger and despair bubbling inside her. Francisco had taken everything—her freedom, her choices, her dignity—and left her trapped in a life she never wanted.The glass of beer arrived, and Hazel absently twirled her finger along its rim. Her thoughts spiraled as she stared into the amber liquid. Once, she had stood tall as a detective, a servant of justice. Now, she was no better than a prisoner, bound to a man whose world revolved around power and crime.She finished the drink in one swift gulp, the bitterness burning her throat. "Another, pig," she muttered, her words dripping with venom. The bartender narrowed his eyes but complied, sliding another glass toward her with a wary glance.As she lifted the second drink to her lips, a familiar voice interrupted her."Ma’am,