Francisco's large palm moved slowly through Hazel's hair, their gazes locked, the room charged with anticipation. Hazel's heart raced, but she tried to steady herself, reminding herself she had to stay composed, to take the lead.She moved her head slightly on the pillow, her movements deliberate and alluring. "So, what if I don't give you permission?" she asked, her voice a mix of challenge and invitation.Francisco’s fingers continued to gently rub her scalp, his touch soothing yet electrifying. "Then I will only touch you," he replied, his voice deep and filled with longing.Hazel's eyes sparkled with mischief."What if I don't let you touch me either?"Francisco exhaled heavily, the sound a mixture of frustration and desire. "Then I will only watch you."A small smile played on Hazel's lips as she pressed them together, contemplating her next move. But Francisco's intense gaze caught her action, and he spoke out, "Don't do that.""Why?""It makes me hard," Francisco admitted, his
Next morning, Hazel opened her eyes slowly, yawning as she stretched. She was lying on Francisco’s chest, his arm cradling her head. As she shifted, she felt his palm resting on her belly. Hazel looked up at the ceiling, then turned to gaze at Francisco’s sleepy face.It was the first time she had seen him still asleep. He had really long lashes, and his expression was so serene, almost boyish. Hazel kept her eyes locked on him for a few minutes, a mixture of emotions churning inside her. She then slowly sat up on the bed, careful not to wake him. Francisco remained in deep sleep. Hazel couldn't tell if he was pretending or genuinely asleep.She glanced at the table where his phone lay. The urgency of the situation hit her — she needed access to his phone. Hazel turned back to Francisco, who still hadn't moved. She felt a surge of adrenaline as she inched closer to the phone, her hand trembling slightly. She reached out cautiously, her fingers just about to make contact with the phone
Francisco sat relaxed in his chair, legs crossed, touching his forehead as if pondering his next move. In front of him knelt a mid-aged man, hands and mouth bound, his eyes pleading and desperate. Max stood beside the man, his hands smeared with blood from the recent beating."He sneaked," Max muttered, loading his gun. "Francisco, he’s an informer, I guess."Francisco's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing in them. Max raised his hand to slap the man again, but Francisco intervened."Stop!" he commanded, his voice calm but firm."Untie his mouth."Max complied, and the man gasped for air once his gag was removed."I didn’t do anything. I just sneaked here out of curiosity," he stammered."But, you saw a lot of things," Francisco remarked, his tone casual yet menacing."Yes, I agree I did. But I won’t tell anyone about it. I swear," the man pleaded, his voice trembling.Francisco sighed and rose to his feet."Though we didn't find anything from you, I don’t think we need to kill you,"
Hazel looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the sleek black gown that clung to her figure with a smooth, flattering silhouette. The ruffled sleeves and sweetheart neckline added a touch of elegance, while the skirt flowed into a soft mermaid shape, finishing with a full-length hem. The gown was stunning, but she couldn't help but notice that her closet was dominated by black dresses, a reflection of her current state of mind.She made a loose bun with her hair, leaving a few strands untied to frame her face. Taking a deep breath, she looked at herself critically.She sprayed a light aroma on her neck and wrists, the familiar scent calming her nerves. She glanced at the clock and noted that they were running late. Francisco, known for his punctuality, was not yet back, which worried her slightly.Her thoughts drifted to her father’s call. He mentioned a plan for next Friday.She knew what he was hinting at: she needed to get her hands on Francisco's phone to disable the surroundin
Francisco's hands moved with tender confidence as they traced the curve of Hazel's waist. Their eyes were locked in an intense gaze, each breath they took syncing with the other's. Hazel's fingers danced down Francisco's chest, pausing at his belt."It's bursting," she whispered, her voice a soft caress.Francisco's fingers continued their gentle exploration, his voice a husky murmur, "Shouldn't it?""Doesn't a gentleman have it?"Hazel looked at him; his side face was so sharp, as well the jaw-line. Slowly her gaze moved from her lips to his apple bone, then his nipples, slowly on his abs.Hazel tilted her head slightly, a playful smile tugging at her lips.With a playful tug on his belt, Hazel led Francisco into the bathroom. The Thai glass door slid shut behind them.Francisco's phone, abandoned on the dresser, vibrated incessantly.At Andrew's party, Max checked his watch for the umpteenth time, irritation etched on his face. Francisco had assured him he would be late, but over th
Hazel traced her fingers on Francisco's back, feeling the heat of his skin and the texture of his tattoo. His gentleness contrasted with the depth of his every push, and Hazel couldn't hold back her moans.With a trembling hand, she held Francisco's face, her other arm wrapping around his neck. Francisco kissed her palm tenderly as Hazel cupped his cheek. Each thrust drove Hazel to clutch him tighter, her body responding instinctively.Francisco, sensing her mounting desire, buried his head in her neck. "If it hurts, say it, honey," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.Hazel bit her lower lip, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting desires. 'I want it rough, but this isn't bad either,' she mused, her fingers tangling in his hair. 'You shouldn’t have to be this good.''Am I starting to like it?' she wondered, feeling the intense pleasure building within her. 'Indeed, yes, I’m not just liking it — I’m loving it.'Embracing her true desires, Hazel bit his ear lightly, drawin
Hazel's expression grew stern for a moment at Francisco's words, but she quickly masked it. Francisco leaned closer, his eyes searching hers. Hazel pressed her lips together, not having expected him to say something like that.Making herself appear more composed, Hazel asked, "Family...?""Yes," Hazel hesitated, "but don't you think we need to know each other a bit more first?"She touched Francisco's chest and looked up at him. Family? The idea had never crossed her mind; it was something she had never envisioned for herself.Francisco locked his gaze on her for a few minutes, then a slight smile appeared on his face. He touched her cheek and traced his thumb gently across her soft, reddish skin. With a powerful yet tender voice, he said, "As you wish."Hazel smiled back at him, her initial sternness melting away. Francisco pulled her closer, pressing her head against his chest. Hazel buried her face there, feeling the warmth and strength of his embrace.Francisco did not attend the
Francisco threatened everyone, even the opposite gang leaders. He did not care about anyone and showed the consequences if they opposed him.Francisco got out of the car, and Max did the same. He was mad at Francisco, saying, "Francisco, what is wrong with you?"Francisco unbuttoned his coat as he turned back. "Max, I am not in the mood to talk about it.""Then when?" Max suddenly became agitated. "Why are you playing with your life, Francisco?""Max!" Francisco said in a calm tone. "Let's drop it here. I did it because they needed that.""Oh really," Max shut the car door hastily and moved toward Francisco. "You are doing it because of her.""I know it.""And I am telling you, you are doing wrong. Don't trust her, Francisco."Francisco arched his brows as he heard Max. He tightened his jaw and spoke in a stern voice, "Max, you are interrupting, so don't interrupt my life, never ever.""You know so well how much I hate it."Max took a deep breath, frustration evident in his eyes. "Fra