"I accept you," Hazel stammered, looking directly into Francisco's eyes."So, let her decide what she wants," she added, hoping to steer the conversation in a more favorable direction.Francisco exhaled loudly, then answered, "I know Max likes her. But the problems they had, I'm not fully aware of."Hazel felt a surge of courage. She had managed to change the topic successfully. Walking slowly, she traced her fingers along his cheek, saying, "I can help."Francisco looked at her, intrigued."How?" he asked."Tell Max to stay with her for the last few days," Hazel suggested."I think they can solve their problems if they're given the chance."Her heart started beating faster, hoping he would agree. If he accepted her suggestion, it would give her the leverage she needed to manage her plans.Francisco moved slightly, looking into her eyes. He exhaled and, while nodding, said, "It's not a bad idea, darling."Hazel's heart leaped with joy. She smiled, her victory evident in her expression
The nurse was helping Diana feed the soup. Max stood beside her, tense and silent, having been rebuffed earlier when he tried to feed Diana himself. Diana had clearly told him no, and so the nurse stepped in to assist. The atmosphere in the room was thick with unspoken tension. The nurse, a silent witness, had arrived just after Max and Diana had a heated exchange, and now the air was heavy with discomfort.Suddenly, the door swung open, and Ben entered the chamber. His presence immediately added another layer of tension. Max and Ben exchanged cold, distant looks, each man pretending the other didn't exist. Ben approached Diana with a soft, concerned tone, "Dear, how are you feeling?"He touched her shoulder gently as he came near her. The casual intimacy of the gesture made Max's jaw tighten. He stood there, fists clenched, watching as Ben's fingers lingered on Diana's shoulder. The sight of Ben touching her, even so innocently, ignited a flicker of anger in him that he struggled to
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