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."
Hazel's eyes slowly opened, the soothing sound of waves filling her ears. She glanced to her side, finding the space empty; Francisco had gotten up early. Wrapped in a white blanket, she took a deep breath and rose from the cozy bed.Not finding her frock around, she picked up Francisco's white shirt and slipped it on. The shirt was too transparent, clearly outlining her body shape.Stepping out of the cabin, she spotted Francisco grilling fish. She brushed her hair from her face, the breeze playing with the strands.For a few minutes, she stood there, watching him. Her heart started to twist suddenly with conflicting emotions.'What if he was not a criminal, what if he did not rape me, what if his life was normal, what if he and I met like normal people? Would it be okay with me to love him?' Hazel thought, her face sober.While thinking, Hazel tipped behind Francisco and hugged him from behind. Francisco was surprised but not shocked. He asked, "How did you sleep last night?"Hazel
"Your mother?""My mom," Francisco uttered, looking up at the sky. "She was the most beautiful woman. My dad always said I had her eyes."Hazel touched his hair gently and asked, "What happened to her?"Francisco slightly smiled, a sad smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The same thing that happens to most in a mafia family. Dad's rivals killed her first."Hazel's heart sank as she listened. Francisco continued, "At that time, I was living in London for my studies. I had everything I wanted, the freedom to live a normal life. But after she was killed, everything changed. Everything I had slowly slipped away."His voice grew softer, more haunted."Every night, I struggled to sleep. It felt like if I closed my eyes, someone would come and kill me too."Hazel was engrossed in his words, feeling the weight of his trauma. She didn't know how to comfort him, but whatever she was hearing made her feel weaker towards him. Francisco had experienced deep trauma in his childhood, and she could se
No answer came back. Francisco muttered a curse under his breath and stepped forward, scanning the yacht for any sign of her. As he reached the edge of the deck, a soft splash from below caught his attention. He looked over the side and spotted her—Hazel, swimming in the cool, clear water. Relief washed over him as he leaned on the railing, watching her with a mix of admiration and curiosity.Hazel noticed him and looked up with a playful smile."It’s not good for your skin?" he teased, the water glistening on her bare shoulders.Francisco smirked."It’s cold," she added, shivering slightly."If you want, you can join me."Francisco’s grin widened. He needed no further invitations. He quickly shrugged off his shirt and, with a smooth motion, dove into the water beside her. The sudden chill of the ocean hit him, but he welcomed it, invigorated by the cool embrace of the sea.Hazel drifted back slightly, her eyes fixed on him as he swam closer. There was a new softness in her gaze, a wa
Hazel sat on the floor between Francisco's legs, her eyes closed as he gently dried her hair with a soft towel. The water dripped down their bodies, the warmth of the shower still lingering around them. Francisco’s movements were slow and tender, as if savoring the quiet moment they were sharing. Hazel leaned back slightly, feeling the soothing rhythm of his hands in her hair, a sense of peace washing over her.But the tranquility was shattered when Francisco suddenly paused, his hand freezing mid-motion. Hazel noticed the shift immediately and opened her eyes, looking up at him. His expression had changed, his relaxed smile replaced with a frown of concern."Honey, wait a minute," Francisco said, his voice tight.Hazel blinked, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. She shifted slightly as Francisco carefully set the towel aside and got to his feet. He moved toward the small window, peeking outside with narrowed eyes. Hazel followed his gaze, feeling a knot of unease form in her