Hazel meticulously prepared dinner for Francisco, every detail reflecting her determination to convince him of her loyalty. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm and romantic glow over the elegantly set table. The soft light flickered off the walls, highlighting the careful decorations she had arranged. The air was filled with the delicate aroma of the meal she had prepared, a blend of spices and herbs meant to enchant his senses.Dressed in a striking red frock, Hazel let her hair cascade in soft waves around her shoulders. She took a deep breath, her heart racing as she considered the evening ahead. This was her chance to either secure her freedom or resign herself to a life with Francisco, a man whose power made escaping his grasp nearly impossible.Her thoughts were a whirlwind of anxiety and determination. Could she really pull this off? Was it possible to convince Francisco that she had genuinely changed her mind about him? The stakes were high, and failure was not an option. S
Lilith walked closer to Hazel, her coat draped casually over her shoulder. She crossed her arms and looked Hazel up and down, her expression hardening. "I don't fucking care about whatever you're playing at," Lilith spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "But let me be clear: I won’t tolerate you disturbing Francisco’s mind." Hazel's face tightened at the blatant hostility. She took a deep breath, deciding to stay calm despite the provocation. "Please, have a seat," she said coolly, gesturing toward the couch. "Wait for your friend." Lilith's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with venom. "I’m not here to meet him. I’m here to see his new prostitute," she sneered. The insult hit Hazel like a slap, and she gritted her teeth, struggling to keep her composure. Lily, who had been standing discreetly in the corner, stepped forward. As Hazel's personal guard, she felt compelled to intervene. "Ms. Lilith, please stay within your limits," Lily said, her voice firm but respectful. Lilith tu
Hazel and Francisco had shared a quiet dinner, with Hazel constantly searching Francisco's face for any hint of his thoughts. He remained unreadable, his usual composure in place, giving away nothing about whether he had watched the footage of her confrontation with Lilith.After dinner, Hazel found herself on the porch, staring into the night, her mind racing with questions. Had Francisco seen the footage? What did he think? The uncertainty gnawed at her. She was deep in thought when she felt Francisco's arms wrap around her waist from behind, his touch both familiar and unsettling. He nuzzled her neck, planting a soft kiss on her cheek, and asked, "What are you thinking?"Hazel forced a smile and turned to face him, her hands resting on his broad shoulders."I don't know what I'm thinking," she replied, her voice soft and laced with an undercurrent of tension. Francisco's eyes searched hers, his expression gentle yet probing.He pulled her closer, his hands warm against her waist, a
Francisco held the bulge in his hand. Hazel observed his fully visible veins. Francisco was grabbing it in his strong palm.Hazel hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on Francisco's intense gaze. The room seemed to shrink around them, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She felt an unfamiliar pull,Would she be able to swallow the stuff she was about to take? She swallowed, but she could not shake an unidentified attraction to him. She blinked her eyes slowly; it appeared that she had been addicted to him.Hazel inhaled deeply before abruptly grabbing his erection and giving it a questioning, excited gaze. Taking a deep breath, Hazel leaned in, her lips brushing against him. Francisco's breath hitched, his hand gently cradling her head. Hazel closed her eyes, her tongue lightly teasing the tip. She felt Francisco's body tense, a low groan escaping his lips.An unknown arousal rested upon her, and she impulsively stroked it using her tongue. Francisco looked at Hazel and let out a lo
Hazel cupped Francisco's face, with a seductive look, she pressed her lower part on his bulge and made a sexy look. Francisco parted his lips, looking at her face.Hazel bit her lower lip, looking at him, then pulled herself back. Francisco gave her a straight look. Hazel sat on his lap, facing him. She touched his chest slowly, then looked at his eyes.Francisco was waiting, the lust and the desire evident in his eyes.Hazel slightly smiled at him and slowly pulled down his dress, exposing her bosom. She said as she raised her hips and held his neck, coming close to his face, "Francisco, fuck me hard!"Hazel knew the call was still on. Lucas had not hung up. She pulled Francisco's head to her bosom and gave a slight glance at his phone.She slightly moaned when Francisco kissed her bud and slowly started sucking at a great pace.Hazel arched her back and intentionally moaned louder, "Yes... ah!"She continued asking Francisco to suck more.She wanted Lucas to hear them. But after a w
The next morning, Hazel woke up to find herself nestled securely in Francisco's arms. Both of them were naked, their bodies intertwined from a night of intense passion. Hazel glanced at Francisco's face; he was sleeping peacefully, his usual stern expression softened in slumber.Propping herself up on one elbow, Hazel's eyes darted to the table where Francisco's phone lay. She knew it had locked automatically, and any attempt to unlock it would require Francisco's fingerprint. Trying to open it now might wake him, and that was a risk she couldn’t afford.Carefully, Hazel slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb Francisco. She moved quietly to the bathroom, freshened up, and then made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She needed to keep Francisco’s mind occupied and distracted for the next few days, giving her the time to execute her plans.In the kitchen, Hazel busied herself with preparing breakfast. She decided on something simple yet hearty — scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh
The whole day, Francisco was with Hazel. They spent a romantic day, relishing each other's company. But suddenly, in the evening, Francisco came into the room where Hazel was watching TV. He collapsed at her side, putting his head on her lap.Hazel looked at him and slowly touched his hair, caressing it gently.Francisco broke the silence, "Get ready, honey."Hazel was taken aback, her fingers pausing mid-stroke."Why?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion."We are leaving," Francisco replied.Hazel's face darkened with tension. Why did Francisco want her to leave? Where would they go at this hour?"But where?" she asked, her voice rising slightly."At this time?"Francisco raised his eyes to meet hers but did not say anything. Hazel pressed further, "Are you planning to take me shopping?"Francisco blinked, his expression turning stern."No, it's somewhere that you need to see.""What do you mean?" Hazel's voice trembled slightly as she tried to read his unreadable expression.
Francisco stopped in the middle of the yacht. It was dark, and Hazel’s heart started beating fast. She realized they were on Francisco’s personal yacht, but she couldn't fathom why he had brought her there.Suddenly, the lights came on, illuminating the space. Hazel looked around in amazement. The yacht was decorated beautifully, with champagne on the table, roses, and rose petals scattered everywhere. Francisco approached her slowly and held her palm.Hazel tried to smile. "What is it?" she asked.Francisco ignored her question and, instead, got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" he asked, presenting her with a stunning ring.Hazel stared at the ring, her mind racing. She looked at Francisco and slowly blinked, unsure of how to respond."What happened? Don’t you like the ring?" Francisco asked, his eyes searching hers.Hazel nodded, "It’s so beautiful.""But you didn’t answer me," Francisco pressed."Will you marry me?"Hazel smiled, trying to mask her confusion and hesitation."