“What are you doing here?” Tasha clenched her fist angrily when Ray walked towards her; he held her hand and pulled her towards him.“Excuse us, father,” Ray said to Mr. Wood before he dragged Tasha upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door when Tasha hurried to him and kept hitting his chest.“How dare you pull me that way? You jerk.” she was fuming with rage, and Ray could only let her hit him; he knew the hot-blooded lady he had married.Ray wrapped his hand around her waist and smiled at her. “Calm down, sugar.”Tasha pushed him away and pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare touch me,”This caused Ray to chuckle. “You are my wife; I have every right to do with you as I please. You left your insatiable husband for days; don't you think you have to make up for that?”Tasha snorted, “You are a man; don't you know how to quench that insatiable desire?” Raymond frowned and took a step closer to him. “We need to talk seriously; you can’t just push all the faults to me and leave a
Coyle pushed his office door open as they both walked in. His gaze was on Hazel’s face, and she tried so hard not to stare at him.“I had no idea a rebound would get such privilege,” he chuckled, and this caused her to pout.“I didn't call you a rebound,” she retorted, and he walked to his desk and dialed a number, which soon got connected.“A cup of coffee, a glass of juice...” he was saying when he paused and looked at Hazel.“Would you want some snacks?” “I am starving,” Hazel muttered. She didn't have breakfast this morning because of him and also couldn't concentrate on her stomach needs because Coyle had occupied his mind.“So snacks won't do?” Coyle asked with a playful tone, and this made her realize he seemed to be in a very good mood today.“Why are you so...you know?” she couldn't help but ask when Coyle dropped the phone and leaned on his desk and extended his hand towards her.“I didn't get you; could you come closer?” He asked, and she shook her head in denial, knowing
Coyle parked the car in front of a five-star restaurant not too far from Anderson Group, and they both walked in. He reserved a private table where Hazel was quick to pick up the menu and order a lot of meals.“Is this how cute she gets when she feels comfortable with someone?” Coyle thought with a chuckle, The last time they had stepped out to have coffee... She was just so reserved, and her hands were wrapped together.But now she sat there with an impatient look, constantly checking the time and wondering why their order wasn't here.“Why didn't you have breakfast?” Coyle asked, and Hazel thought for a while. After she couldn't find him when she woke up, she totally forgot about breakfast and left for work, but she felt embarrassed to tell him that.“I wasn't hungry then,” she answered.“People don’t have breakfast because they are hungry; they do because it’s healthy,” he stated, and she shook her head in denial; she didn't think he was right. People only had breakfast because the
Coyle walked past Pearl and comfortably sat on the couch. “Just get her dress, thank you," was Coyle’s reply. Sometimes he wonders what his grandma and Pearl always talk about, which leads to them talking about silly stuff.It’s not been long since he got married to Hazel, and they were already fantasizing about great grandkids. Muna was over the moon for no reason.“Maybe she isn't yet pregnant because of you, you are so busy with work that you didn't even give your wife a honeymoon,” Pearl snorted before he held Hazel’s hand and took her to a walk-in closet.Minutes later, Hazel stepped out dressed in a blue mermaid gown, it was sleeveless and had little diamonds embedded on the upper part. She stared at Coyle anxiously, waiting for his reply.A frown formed on Coyle’s face, of course, she looked so beautiful in the dress. It would have been okay if she was wearing the dress for his view only; why will he let his woman expose her cleavage and shoulders?“I don't like,” he replied,
Coyle just couldn't take his eyes off Hazel; she looked so beautiful, and the shy look on her face made him amused."Come,” he ordered, but she shook her head in denial; she preferred standing at a distance."Hazel,” he called, and she slowly dragged her feet towards him. He held her hand and pulled her; this made her sit on his thigh with his hand around her waist.“So beautiful,” he muttered, and Hazel looked away while rubbing her palms together. Coyle approached her lips when she leaned backward.“Don’t bother, I won't cross your line,” he assured her before he kissed her neck, and she had to close her eyes and tighten her grip on his shirt. His lips moved to her shoulders as he kept showering her with kisses.“You are so pretty, baby,” he muttered and captured her lips with his, pulling her head closer so he could deepen the kiss while feeling her body against his.They were in a passionate moment and were suddenly interrupted by the knock at the door. Coyle frowned and choosed t
The next day, Hazel stayed at home angrily. She had lied to Mia that she was not feeling well and couldn't show up for work; she spent her entire day watching a movie alone since Coyle was at the office.Her phone kept chiming new messages from Coyle, and all she did was read the messages; a new message arrived, adding to the others.Coyle: Are you upset?Coyle: I will make it up to you; you won’t regret not going to work.Coyle: Come on, baby, just reply.“Mrs. Anderson,” Sharon called, bringing her out of her trance. Behind Sharon was a group of makeup artists who had come to prepare her for the party tonight.“Good day, Mrs. Anderson,” the leader greeted, and Hazel was about to reply when her phone rang. She checked the caller, and it was an unknown number.“He now uses a strange number to call me." Hazel chuckled, knowing fully well that it was Coyle, and connected the call.“Why did...” she was saying and suddenly paused when she heard a lady’s voice.“Good evening, this is a nur
Coyle’s gaze was stuck on Hazel, who lay on the bed with the doctor examining her; he had never felt this tense and helpless and was also getting impatient with the doctor.“Is she alright?” He asked for the eleventh time, and the doctor chose to reply to him this time around.“She is very much alive, Mr. Anderson, so don’t be scared,” he assured Coyle, who sighed heavily, when he saw her unconsciously sitting in that car. So many thoughts had crossed his mind, and all he needed was a medical doctor’s opinion.The doctor stood up and walked towards Coyle. “A strong sedative was used to make her unconscious, but she is fine and will wake up when the effect dies down.”Coyle nodded. It’s okay. She could sleep, as long as it’s assured that she will wake up.“I will take my leave now; I will have the maid get the medication,” the doctor explained before he left. Coyle walked to the bed and sat next to Hazel. His finger brushed her cheek.“I am sorry,” he apologized. He felt this had happe
“I am fine; it won’t take long to make one, so let it be." Hazel tried convincing him, but he had already made up his mind. He held her shoulders, pushing her gently on the bed so she could go back to sleep, covered her body with the duvet, and picked up his phone.“I will be back,” he assured her and walked to the door when she called out for him.“Did I ruin the anniversary?” she asked in a guilty tone.“I told you to stop thinking of unnecessary things, right?” He questioned, and a frown formed on her face.“What are the necessary things? You always say everything is unnecessary,” she scoffed. If he didn't want to answer, then let him not, but
Hazel stopped on her path and thought about what she promised herself: never to leave her home for another woman.So she walked to the dining table with her gaze locked with Selene's.“I will make sure to wipe that smirk off your face,” Hazel promised herself.“Hazel dear, I am glad you are here.” Muna said with a wide smile, and she stood up and pulled a chair out for Hazel.“She has hands, Grandma,” Audrey scoffed, and Hazel ignored her before she pushed the seat back in.“Thanks, Muna, but I didn’t come here to have breakfast with your little family. I am here to see..." Hazel was saying when Dora chimed in.“Why are you speaking this way, dear? You are part of our family.”Hazel just nodded, though she didn’t feel that way at all.“My dear sister-in-law,” Damon’s voice echoed from upstairs; he hurried towards her with a wide smile.Who would have thought his call would bring her here?He couldn’t meet with her since she no longer worked at her old company and was always at home.“
Hazel walked downstairs to make breakfast and was surprised to find Sven on the couch, busy on his iPad.She frowned her brow and scanned the place but couldn’t find Selene, so she approached the kid.“Umm, hello,” Hazel called, and Sven’s gaze moved to her; he completely ignored her and continued playing his video games.“What’s your name?” Hazel questioned. After all, her problem was with Selene and not the kid; he didn’t wish to have a mother like Selene.“It’s none of your concern, maid.” Sven spouted, and Hazel’s brows furrowed.“Maid?” she asked in disbelief. How could this kid refer to her as a maid? Did she look like one?“Yes, aren't you the maid of this house? So tell me why you are talking to me instead of making me breakfast." Asked the little kid, and Hazel chuckled.“Fine, I will make you breakfast. What do you want to eat?” “Whatever my daddy eats, just go and also get me a glass of water.” Sven waved his hand at Hazel, who nodded and left for the kitchen.Hazel couldn
Muna felt bad and took a step closer to Hazel; she cupped Hazel’s cheeks with her palms and said, “Coyle has wanted to tell you this for weeks now, but he was scared.”Hazel shook her head in denial; she knew Coyle so well, and he was anything but scared.“How come even the people who hate him couldn't tell me that?” She asked in disbelief; Audrey, Sommer, or Damon could have blurted that to her, but they didn't.They kept mute and watched her make a fool out of herself. “I always thought you considered me as a granddaughter, Muna, but the fact that you could keep such a thing from me really breaks me.” Hazel muttered and walked out of the house no matter how many times they kept calling her.Now all she wanted was to be alone, Hazel sat at the park close to the mansion for more than three hours just contemplating and trying to understand everything happening.“I don’t hate the fact that he has a kid; I hate the fact that he lied to me and broke the trust I have for him,” Hazel though
Mr. Jones was busy going through some business documents. He had become very serious these days ever since Coyle told him he was still going to invest in his company if he worked with a man abroad and made him come to the country.“Here.” Mrs. Jones filled his empty cup of coffee, and both their gazes moved to the door when they heard footsteps approach.It was Hazel.She stomped in and walked past them. “Hazel,” her mum called, but Hazel didn’t stop; she headed upstairs to her old bedroom and closed the door, and her parents exchanged confused looks.“Do you think she argued with her husband?” Mrs. Jones asked, and this got Mr. Jones worried: Did his daughter anger Coyle or what?“She is your daughter; go verify,” he said, and Mrs. Jones nodded before she hurried upstairs and knocked at the door.“Hazel,” she called, but there was no response.“What happened? Did you get into an argument with Coyle?” Mrs. Jones kept asking, but there was no response.While Hazel leant against the doo
The lady next to Hazel had a wide smile on her face; she was blonde with brown eyes.The lady was no other than Selene; she walked past Hazel and stood before Coyle.“Hello Coyle, our son missed you a lot. That’s why I showed up,” she explained at once, because she didn’t want him to get upset.Coyle shoved the little boy to the side and walked to Hazel, who looked all pale, like she had just seen a ghost.“You... you are injured; let’s go home,” he said, and Hazel couldn’t believe that was what he was bothered about.This child just called him daddy; won’t he explain what’s happening?Hazel raised her hand and pointed at the kid. “Is that your son?” she questioned, and he bowed his head and clinched her hands.“Baby, let’s talk at home, please.” Coyle muttered, and Selene walked towards them.She found out yesterday that Coyle was married and immediately took the next flight to the country, but she still had her doubts.Now she realised the lady she had just scolded was Coyle’s wife.
It was around 6 pm when Coyle returned from work and found Hazel on a video call with Tasha in the sitting room.They were busy discussing their new restaurant, and Hazel had no idea that Coyle was by the door watching her.“Let’s check it out tomorrow, then.”Then a frown formed on her face. “How many times will I tell you that I don't want him investing or helping me? We could always get other investors, but just not Coyle.” Hazel scolded Tasha, who kept insisting they go the easier way.“Why?” Coyle asked, and Hazel flinched; she never expected he would be back this early.“Umm, you are back.” She smiled at him and ended the call. Coyle strode and stood before her.“Why are you in the sitting room and not on the bed?” he asked, and she chuckled and sighed in relief; for a moment she thought he heard her conversation with Tasha.“I waited for long, but you didn’t show up.” Hazel answered, and he scanned the place before holding her hand and pulled her up.“Now I am back, so?”His li
Coyle carried Hazel and slowly dropped her on the bed with their gazes locked together.He trailed his finger on her thighs, and she gripped the sheets and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers move up her thighs.“I... I am hungry.” Hazel rushed down the bed to leave when he held her hand and pulled her back towards him.Coyle stood behind her and pulled off her zipper as her dress fell off her body; Hazel’s chest heaved as she felt his lips on her bare back.He gathered her hair and shoved it to the side while placing soft kisses on her neck.“I love you so much, baby,” Coyle whispered before he unhooked her bra and pulled it off her body; his hand cupped her breast and struck it when a soft moan escaped her lips.“Do you wish to tell me something?” Coyle whispered, and Hazel nodded; she bit her lower lip and felt her legs go all numb.“I... I know why you married me,” she spouted, and Coyle chuckled before he spun her to face him and kissed her. That wasn't what he wanted to hear
Coyle parked the car in front of the mansion, and some workers hurried to them with umbrellas as it was already pouring.In the sitting room, Sharon offered them two cups of coffee.“I have some work in the study,” Coyle said and hurried upstairs while Hazel sipped her coffee while in deep thought. Didn't he think of going to change his clothes first? Or maybe put on something warmer.She dropped the coffee and walked to her bedroom, took out a T-shirt and a pullover before she approached Coyle’s study and knocked.“You know you don't have to knock.” Coyle's voice came from inside. Hazel pushed the door and walked towards him; he just stood by the window checking out some documents.“Maybe you could change into this,” Hazel suggested, and Coyle’s gaze lingered on the clothes she held.“You could help me with it.” A teasing smile formed on his lip; he dropped the documents on the table and stood before Hazel, whose gaze was on the ground.“You are a grown-up, so how do I help you put o
Tasha parked her car before the cemetery and walked down with Hazel when they spotted Arthur and Damon.“Hello, uncle.” Hazel greeted and Arthur smiled at her when Damon extended his hand towards her.“How are you doing, dear sister-in-law?”Hazel stared at his hand for a while before she ignored it, and the awkward moment was interrupted when Muna’s car arrived and they walked down to the car.“Hazel, did Coyle tell you at what time he will be here?” Dora asked, and Hazel smiled awkwardly. He said he would show up, but he wasn't here yet.Did he get too busy at work and forget about his parents death anniversary?“He must be on his way.” Tasha chimed in and responded, and she noticed Nady roll her eyes, but Tasha had a mocking look. If not for attention, then why will Nady ever show up here? It’s not like she valued her sister that much.“Are we going in or not? Some of us need to hurry back to work after this," Damon snorted, and a car drove in; Hazel’s eyes lit up but were quickly