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“Y-you should come with me.” The instant the words leave my mouth, I know I’m dead. “Huh?” she blurts, as confused and surprised as I am. Then I think, ‘This is your chance, Ryan. Tell her you’re just kidding.’“I mean,” I clear my throat, “Hazel… will you be my prom date?” Oh, fuck! I can’t help it—I want her to come with me and experience it. The sadness in her voice makes it seem like she truly regrets missing it prom.I never took much interest in prom. it’s almost like a waste of time—getting all dressed up, doing that cringe dance, eating food, which we can do anywhere. But then, if I have prom with the right person… maybe I can enjoy it. And that right person is Hazel. She shakes her head frantically. “No, Ryan, what do you mean? Y—you already have a girlfriend that you should take her—” “Hazel—” “—besides, I’m a third-year college student, not a high school senior. I’m not 18, Ryan... It’ll be weird.” She argues.“Girlfriend?” I murmur to myself, my gaze drifti
I walk down the stairs leading to the mansion’s yard, Aldo’s hand steadying mineI should be annoyed by his presence, but my focus is entirely on Ryan.He’s waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, his gaze fixed on me as if I’m the only thing that exists in his world. I look down at my dress for a brief second. It’s like I’m the main character of a princess fairytale.The soft pink dress flows like a dream, shimmering , as if sprinkled with stardust. The bodice hugs my torso snugly, clinging to my waist and bust. Thin straps rest on my shoulders, and the ethereal off-the-shoulder tulle sleeves fall over my arms, fluttering gently against my skin. The full skirt cascades gracefully to the floor, its layers endless, light, and airy—it almost feels like I’m floating in the sky. The whole dress is perfection, but when I think I’ve experienced perfection, the moment I finally get off the stairs and reach Ryan is when I see what real perfection is. “You look very beautiful,” he whis
Sooner than i expect, Jenna starts to strut toward us. Each stride, confident and full of power.When she is about eight feet away from us, Hazel clings closer to me, her head lifting up as she clutches my arm, and I turn to her.“I think I see her now,” she says nervously, glancing at Jenna’s determined approach. “And I hate to admit it, she looks stunning,” she adds in a hushed whisper, but I catch it. “Not as stunning as you,” I assure her. There’s no need to feel insecure now, Hazel. You’re the one I want, not Jenna. “Well, if it isn’t the motherfucking lying cheater,” she sneers, as she struts and stops sharply in front of me, her glare burning into me, her voice loud enough to turn a few heads nearby towards us. “Why do you look so surprised?” She questions, enlarging her eyes. “You thought I’d be at home crying into a box of tissues all weekend? Because you broke up with me over a text, two days before prom, and blocked me when I tried to call?” “Jenna—” “Fuck you, Rya
Jenna’s face twists with confusion, but before she can say anything, I pull her toward me, wrap my arm tightly around her torso, and cover her mouth with my hand.“Mmh mmh mmh!!” She struggles but I walk forward with her and when I reach the door, the hand I use to cover her mouth moves down to open it.“What the hell are you doing, Ryan!” she yells, using the opportunity.I ignore her pushing the door open then lunge in immediately, closing it behind me.Still holding her against me, my eyes adjust to the dark room—it’s almost like a storage room cluttered with worn-out designs and furniture.‘No one will be coming in here anytime soon.’“Ryan!&rdq
All eyes are on me as I approach the round table where my group of three friends sits with their prom dates and girlfriends. And then there’s Hazel, sitting next to an empty chair, staring at me with widened eyes that’s full of questionsAt least she keeps the questions to herself. My friends? Of course, they won’t. “How did it go with Jenna? Saw her leaving with you,” Dylan asks, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.“Obviously not good. Did you see that? She tried to throw her wine on his new pretty girlfriend,” Luis, the blonde one, enters, obviously wanting to increase the drama.He is my friend. I trust him, but there’s something off about the way he looks at hazel. He was also the only one that reached for a handshake. And why the fuck does he keep calling her pretty when his girlfriend is right next to him.“Where is she, though?” Dylan’s girlfriend asks. “She, uh—” “Ryan…” Luis’s girlfriend, Becky starts but she falters, glancing at Hazel before continuing. “What really
I stare at the furious girl, completely at a loss of words. I am just as confused and clueless as she is. I don't understand. What exactly is happening? Ryan told me Jenna went home. He even said, “She won’t come back. I made sure of that.”Wait— Now that I think of it, that statement and the way he expressed it felt a bit eerily suspicious. A thought creeps in, making my chest tighten.Did Ryan lie to me? Or worse, did he—fuck!— Oh my gosh did he do something to Jenna?! What? Why would I think such? I vigorously shake my head, pushing away the thought. I know Ryan, he’s kind, calm, playful and considerate. He would never! My gaze focuses back on the furious girl. “Look, I honestly don’t know where your friend is. Maybe you can—” “That’s a lie! You two—” “Lila!” Ryan’s deep voice rings through my ears from behind me, sharp and commanding, making me flinch.I turn my head to see towering my form behind me. When did he get down here? He grabs my arm firmly, protectively pul
Ryan’s gaze darkens as he moves closer to my face. “Kiss me like you need me.”I want him. I desperately need him. Yet I’ve been holding back so much—because of fear and the risk that comes with our connection.But now, I won’t hold back, we’re alone after all, away from the confines of the mansion with eyes everywhere.Now, it’s just the two of us.His warm breath tingles my skin as I inch towards him, my eyes fixed on his pink inviting lips. Parting my lips, I mash it on his and he immediately slides his tongue in my mouth, claiming me at a hungry pace. I let out a moan, my hands rising up his broad back.They reach into his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as our tongue swirls over eachother, fluids mixing.Our breathing becomes ragged as he pushes
“You’ll love this. I promise.” Ryan assures, his hot breath fanning against the soft flesh of my pussy.I shudder as I feel Ryan's warm tongue on the rim of my pussy, he licks my leaking wetness back up to the fleshy pussy.“Ughhh.” He suddenly rises, up throwing his head back with a languid groan. “Damn, you taste great, Hazel.” My body shivers with unnerving pleasure coursing through my veins as he stares at my leaking pussy like a predator about to feast on his prey. The feeling of his warm tongue still lingering on my pussy. “This needs to come off.” He husks, his voice rough and filled with lust as he pulls my panties off. He raises it up my thighs, leans back and drags it over my knee and down my legs. I lift my legs and push them off me entirely. As they come off, he seises my leg, spreads it wider than before and angles his head between my thighs.His tongue glides up and down between my inner lips, and I arch with a gasp as they find my clit. “Oooh God!” He swirls his tongu
I slip away from the crowd to a quieter corner of the venue, not hesitating to snag a glass of champagne from a passing tray.Taking a sip, I exhale, the tension in my chest easing slightly. My gaze drifts over the lavish hall, the glittering chandeliers, and the hum of conversation, until I notice a secluded lounge area tucked along the edge of the room.I walk over and take a seat in the comfortable velvet chair when I see a young woman, dressed in a fitted red gown, striding confidently in my direction. Her chin is held high, and her sharp eyes are locked on me.I glance away quickly. ‘Oh no, I sense trouble.’“Hey,” she greets smoothly, her voice commanding enough to pull my eyes back to her.I rise instinctively, nerves prickling under her scrutiny. “Hi…” I begin cautiously, then recognition clicks into place. Her face matches one I’d seen on the list earlier. “Mrs. Ellsworth, nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”She laughs lightly, a sound that seems polite y
I walk down the grand stairs of Lennox’s mansion in a classy deep purple dress. The fabric clings to my body perfectly, smooth and luxurious. The halter neckline that wraps snugly around my neck, with a draped piece of fabric flowing over my shoulder down to my knee, adding a majestic touch. My hair is styled up in a casual bun, stray tendrils framing my face, while the soft makeup accentuates my features with perfection. Aldo, my bodyguard, helps me down the stairs while Lennox stands at the very end. I have been avoiding him all day. I’m glad he wasn’t not in the mood to have lunch together. But as the clock struck 6 p.m, my door burst open, and Madam Adora stormed in, tablet in hand, flanked by two familiar faces—a fashion designer and a makeup artist I instantly recognized as the ones that styled me for Ryan’s prom.Without explanation, she thrust the tablet at me, her sharp voice cutting through my confusion. “Memorize these names. Important people will be attending the
(3rd POV ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)Ryan’s eyes are fixed on Hazel the whole time, his concern deepening with each passing moment. They’re all seated at the long, rectangular dining table—the supposed Zephyr family. Lennox is seated at the head of the table and by his right is Hazel, detached from what’s going on around her. By his left is Melody, little and cute, smiling brightly as if she understands what the adults are talking about. Beside Melody is her older half-brother, Ryan, his full attention focused on Hazel. And sitting next to Hazel is Selene, forcefully laughing for validation from Lennox. Finally, there's Rafa, occupying the seat beside Selene.They’re all at the table for mere breakfast, just for the warm welcome of Lennox. If not, you’d never see them seated together like this in the morning.Despite Lennox dominating the conversation, casually recounting cruel tales and jokes of violence—how his men killed, kidnapped, tortured, and manipulated their way to victory over the rival ma
Lennox… He’s here. The monster has finally returned!I tremble uncontrollably where I stand as I hear his heavy footsteps stomping around the room. “I’m… I’m here,” I call out, finally answering his growl after taking seconds to muster up the courage. His footsteps quicken, each one louder, more deliberate, as they approach my walk-in closet door.The door isn’t fully shut, and through the narrow gap, I see his form coming closer, his imposing frame against the translucent glass of the door. He slides the door open with a force that has me jerking upright. The sound of the door slamming against its track as jarring as a gunshot, ricochets through the room and straight into my chest. And there he is, Lennox Zephyr, My husband.His dark eyes fix on me—deadly and angry. His towering frame fills the doorway, broad shoulders encased in a flawlessly tailored black suit that clings to his insanely built muscles.“What are you doing here?” he asks with a quiet menace that sends chil
My body feels weightless and comfortable, as I drift out of a deep sleep. The first thing I notice is the warmth—one I’m not so familiar with—surrounding my body, like a protective shield.My head rests against something hard, yet oddly comfortable, a faint, steady rhythm beating beneath my ear.Reality finally snaps me awake and my eyes fly open, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains casts a golden glow over the bare chest next to me.Ryan!Flashes of last night instantly floods my mind.Oh my gosh! I never went back to my room after we had sex! Fuck! We both fell asleep!!My eyes dart back to him, and my heart melts. He’s still deep in a peaceful slumber, his dark long lashes resting subtly against his skin framing his closed eyes. His tousled brunette hair, falling across his forehead, each strand curling at its end towards directions.Despite the panic swirling inside me, I can’t deny the comfort of this moment— the way one of his arm is resting lightly on my waist, the
“Then let’s not fight it,” Ryan says, his voice dropping to a raspy whisper, as he gazes at me, his eyes burning with uncontrollable desire.“Okay,” I breathe, nodding as I try to steady the rapid rise and fall of my chestHis firm grip that’s on my waist presses me forward, guiding me close to his face as if he can’t bear the distance between us. He wastes no time, grinding his soft lips against mine, kissing me hungrily, swallowing every soft moan and shallow pant I give, his soft lips moving with an urgency that sends shivers racing down my spine, I barely notice the covers on top of him and beneath me slipping further and further down as he presses it down with his legs until it’s completely gone. “Mmh,” I moan into his mouth as I feel his bulge more—hard between my thighs, making my naked pussy throb with the need for pleasure.The thin layers of fabric are the only thing preventing our bodies from touching skin to skin—My silk nightgown that clings to me, whispering against
It’s Saturday late in the night, far too late to still be awake. Yet Hazel lies wide-eyed, body rigid and shivering cold, even under the thick duvet. The coldness—it’s in her bones, seeping into every muscle, making her feel limp and extremely uncomfortable despite the softness of the mattress. It’s not like the weather is cold or anything…. the thought that’s lingering in her mind is.‘Tomorrow. Lennox will be here. Tomorrow.’She can’t believe it. She refuses to believe the thought pounding relentlessly in her mind. And what worries her even more is the fact that she doesn’t know the exact time he’ll be here: Morning? Afternoon? Evening? It’s all too much. Suddenly, she bolts upright, her gaze shifting to the alarm clock on the bedside drawer; 11:50 PM.10 minutes to midnight and she still can’t sleep. Hazel’s legs instinctively swing off the bed, and she finds herself pacing around her room for a few minutes, trying to stop herself from seeking that one presence that comfor
RYAN’S POVAnger surges through me like wildfire as Rafa grabs Hazel’s hand roughly. My eyes darken with anger.“Get your hands off her!” I shout sharply, shoving his hand away from her. I instinctively pull Hazel back, closer behind me and step forward to face Rafa. But he laughs—a low, mocking chuckle that sets my nerves on edge. “What’s going on between you two, Ryan?” he asks, raising a brow. I freeze in response, momentarily shocked. Panic seizes my breathing for a fleeting second as his question catches me off guard, but I quickly compose myself, hardening my expression.“Nothing,” I snap curtly, my tone leaving no room for doubt. I can’t afford to slip— not even a second of guilt or uneasiness— if not, we’re done for. Rafa’s too perceptive and catches on to things very quickly. The smallest crack in my façade will give him the confirmation he needs. Turning to Hazel, I drop my hand from her arm. “Hazel, leave,” I order firmly, my tone soft but filled with urgency. K
Two days later, it’s Ryan’s graduation day. At first, I hesitated to go, worried his friends might recognize me. But when I hear Selene is coming along with Melody, I decide to go, Allowing Selene to play the stepmother role while I continue as the college girlfriend. Fortunately, it all goes smoothly. I’m just glad I was able to be there for Ryan on his special day. That night, he heads out to another party and the following day, we hardly get a chance to be alone. The house seems to be bustling with more staff preparing for Zephyr’s arrival, leaving us with only stolen moments and fleeting kisses. On Friday afternoon, I sit alone in my room on my bed watching a series I’m not too interested in when an idea suddenly strikes me like lightning, making me feel foolish for not thinking of it sooner. I leap off the bed and rush out, heading straight for Ryan’s room. When I reach his door, thankfully, he’s there. He opens it almost immediately. Our eyes lock, but mine later fli