Recharge Me

“Hey…” Hazel hurried to her bag, but the food had poured to the ground.

“I said leave; this isn't a brothel but a working space,” the receptionist scolded, and a tear rolled down Hazel’s cheeks. She wasn't hurt by the receptionist's words but just hurt because Coyle wouldn’t get to eat the breakfast she made.

“Mrs. Anderson,” Jude rushed towards her. Coyle was in a meeting and his phone was with him, so he had picked up her call, but he didn't hear her speak even when he kept talking.

He was about to hang up when he heard Hazel saying she came to see Coyle and also the receptionist scolding her, so he hurried downstairs immediately but never expected to meet her in tears.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Anderson?” he asked, and the receptionists went all pale. Did Jude just call that lady Mrs. Anderson? She thought.

Hazel stood up and cleaned her tears. “I am fine; I just wanted to see Coyle. It’s my fault I didn't book an appointment.”

“An appointment? You don't need one to see your husband. In fact, I am sure Mr. Anderson will be so happy to see you,” Jude explained, and his gaze diverted to the receptionist.

He shook his head at the negative, disappointed at her service, and she dropped to her knees. “I am so sorry, Miss; I was just in a bad mood,” she pleaded, and Hazel wasn't in the mood to speak with her.

"Can I please see Coyle?”

"Immediately,” Jude replied and directed her to the elevator; he was going to deal with the receptionist later.

They arrived on the presidential floor, and he directed her to the office. “Mr. Anderson is in a meeting and will soon be done; please wait in here.” 

Hazel nodded before she sat on the couch. Jude picked a card on Coyle’s table and handed it to her. “This card could access the presidential elevator; use it next time, or you could call me to come pick you up,” he explained. There was no need for her to pass through the entrance when she could just use the presidential elevator, where she wouldn’t be questioned by anyone.

“Thanks a lot,” she smiled at him and collected the card. The door pushed open, and Coyle walked in.

She stood up nervously when Jude excused himself and walked out of the office. Coyle massaged his temple as he was very tired, but that had sent the wrong signal to Hazel, who thought he was annoyed to find her here.

“I am sorry for interrupting your meeting; just I thought..." Hazel stuttered, not able to explain the situation.

“I am sorry,” she apologized and bowed her head nervously, waiting for his reply.

Coyle sat on the couch with a tired look before he extended his hand and said, "Come.”

She was a little hesitant, but didn't want to upset him more, so she walked forward and extended her hand to him before he made her seat before him, her back against his chest with his hands wrapped around her waist.

“So tell me, what are you apologizing for?” he asked, and she bit her lip nervously.

“For last night.”

A teasing smile found its way on Coyle’s lips before he kissed her neck and whispered, “What happened last night?”

Hazel felt her body go all numb with his breath fanning her skin; his lips on her neck had made her feel like an invertebrate; she had no ounce of bone in her.

Her cheeks turned red when she thought of last night when she had stopped him from going further; he knew that but chosed to tease her.

“I think it was a bad idea coming here; I should be on my way to work." Hazel tried to stand up, but it was impossible as Coyle’s grip around her waist was tight.

“You didn't answer my question,” he stated when a knock came from the door.

“Someone is at the door,” she muttered, feeling embarrassed to be caught in such a position with him, but Coyle didn't care about anyone at the door; the person was obviously insane for knocking on his door when he was with his wife; did they want to lose their jobs?

“You came to apologize, didn't you?” Coyle questioned, and Hazel nodded. That’s exactly why she was here.

“There was an emergency at the office, and I had to leave early, so you must have thought I was upset,” Coyle explained. It wasn't until now that he realized his actions would give her such an idea.

If anyone should be angry, then it had to be Hazel, as he had interrupted her sleep last night, so why was she all nervous thinking he was angry?

“Such an innocent beauty,” Coyle thought before his hand moved to her face, and he tilted her head slightly so she could face him.

“Did you cry?” he asked, and she turned her head to stare at anything else but him.

“I didn't mean to,” Hazel answered; if not for the receptionist, then she wouldn't have cried.

“You look tired; won’t you have some rest?” She quickly tried to change the topic when Coyle placed a kiss on her neck and bit her neck when she jolted up.

"Ouch,” Hazel winced, but the pain was replaced with pleasure as Coyle kept placing soft kisses on her neck; he had left a beautiful hickey on her neck. If her wedding ring couldn't keep men away from her, then maybe this could.

“I am very tired,” Coyle said, and Hazel finally succeeded in standing up; she spotted a jar of water by the side and filled a glass before she hurried to Coyle.

“You should have some water first before resting.”

Coyle stood up and collected the glass of water before he placed it on the table. “I need a different type of energy; can you recharge me?” He asked, and she raised a brow, confused. How was she supposed to recharge him? When did she become a charger?

“How?” Hazel asked before Coyle’s hand wrapped around her waist, and he smashed his lips with her, deepening the kiss with his tongue in search of hers.

He wished he could do a lot of things with her body, if only she let him.

"Coyle,” the door pushed open, and a packet of chocolates which was being held by the shocked person, scattered all over the floor as her hands were too weak to hold it.

Hazel quickly pushed Coyle away, and her gaze moved to the door. She found a familiar lady standing there dressed in a white gown. After rummaging through her brain for a while, Hazel finally remembered where she saw this lady.

They had met at the mall; she was with Arthur’s daughter, Audrey, and had even threatened her.

“Sommer, what are you doing here?” Coyle asked, frustrated, why did she have to show up at his office very early when he was spending some time with his wife?

“Coyle…she?” Sommer pointed at Hazel, who pivoted her gaze to Coyle.

“I will head to work now,” Hazel said and hurried out of the office. While out of the office, she could hear a small voice speak to her.

“Are you crazy? How could you leave your husband with another lady?”