Worry About Me Only

Hazel was finally calmed and was busy making breakfast when she felt someone was behind her. She turned to find Coyle, who stood by the door with a bottle of wine and a glass.

Her brows furrowed. “Why do you have that?” Wasn't he allergic to wine?

Coyle walked closer to her and placed the wine and glass on the kitchen slab. “I want to drink,” he answered.

“But you are allergic,” she reminded him. Didn't he take his health seriously? It’s okay to be allergic to something; eighty percent of citizens were, so why did he want to harm himself?

"Yeah, I am allergic to wine, but not when I drink from your lips,” Coyle answered, and Hazel stared at him in disbelief. Next thing she knew, she was lifted up and made to sit on the kitchen slab with him standing between her thighs.

"What...what are you doing?” Hazel knew he had devious plans for her and at least wanted to know what it was.

Coyle filled a glass of wine and handed it to her. "Drink,” he ordered, and Hazel nodded before she took a sip.

He leaned closer and captured her lips with his, savoring the taste of the wine on her lips before he broke the kiss.

“What if I get drunk?” Hazel asked. How could she just keep drinking?

“You won't,” he assured her before she took another sip and he kissed her; this time around, the kiss was wild and passionate, with his hands rubbing her thighs.

Hazel was out of breath before she broke the kiss. "I..I should finish cooking.” She had a pleading look, and Coyle leaned closer and kissed her again. After a few seconds, he stared at her face.

“Go on,” then he walked out of the kitchen.

A smile crept on Hazel’s lips before she touched her lips. She loved how he kissed her, but she was scared it might escalate to a different activity and she might just end up regretting it. She wanted to be assured that Coyle really loved her and not Nady.

After serving dinner, Hazel walked upstairs and freshened up, as she had to go see Tasha. She was brushing her hair when her phone rang, and the smile on her face turned upside down when she noticed it was her mom.

“Hello mother?” Hazel said once the call got connected.

“How are you doing, Hazel? Did you talk to Coyle Anderson? Because your dad just received a call from the Anderson’s group and they wanted to see the profit statistics of the month,” Mrs. Jones explained, and Hazel rolled her eyes, knowing fully well that her mom wouldn't just call her to ask how she was doing.

“I will talk to him now; I am not going to convince him to let go of his money. I will just convince him to give Father more time.” Hazel made it clear when she heard her dad say in the background.

“What time? There is no money; we are his in-laws. Can’t he forget about the little money?” Mr. Jones snorted and Hazel chuckled in disbelief.

“Small money? What are you expecting, father? That he forgets about the money he invested in your company just because he is your son-in-law? Have you forgotten I wasn't the lady he wanted to marry?” Hazel scolded angrily. Why were her parents being difficult?

“If Nady was in your place, then she would have already solved this problem; she isn't stupid. We shouldn't have let you marry Coyle instead,” her mom spouted in a frustrated tone, and Hazel laughed.

“Of course, I am not as smart as Nady. I am stupid for still being on a call with you right now.”

She quickly ended the call and threw the phone on the bed, and massaged her forehead in disbelief.

“I am stupid?" She snorted in disbelief; maybe they were right. If she hadn't been the respectful daughter who followed every one of their orders without rebuking, then they wouldn't have called her stupid today.

Hazel walked downstairs, and Coyle still hadn't had his breakfast, and this made her anxious. “Don't you like it?” she asked, and he stood up and pulled out the chair for her.

“You are here; now let’s eat,” he answered, and a smile crept on her lips. He wanted to have breakfast with her, and that meant a lot to her.

They ate silently as she kept stealing glances at Coyle. “How do I tell him that my irresponsible father has squandered all the money meant for investment?”

Now she found difficulties swallowing her meal, and Coyle could tell she was bothered, but he wanted her to open up on her own.

“My father did something stupid,” she started, and Coyle had a frown on his face. He knew exactly what she was about to ask him, and it made him furious.

He didn't care about the investment money he gave to Mr. Jones; that’s why till today he hadn't sent the man to jail, but what made him curious was if Hazel would try to convince him to spare her dad.

“He just needs more time to get the company back together; he won’t let Anderson group down if he has more time. I even plan to go work there, and we could... 

“I am full." Coyle cut her short; he stood up and looked down at Hazel before saying, “Your only worry should be about me; I don't appreciate my wife worrying about minor things, especially ones that don’t concern her.”

Hazel watched as he walked to his car and his driver drove out; she banged her head on the table angrily.

“Why did I have to say that?” Now she knew she had really made him angry.

Hazel’s phone rang, and she checked the caller, and it was Tasha. "Hello, Tasha?”

“Send me your current location,” Tasha said at once with an impatient tone.

“I will come meet you at the hotel,” Hazel explained, but Tasha snorted.

“I am tired, Hazel; just send me your location.” 

Hazel scanned her surroundings and thought of how to announce to her friend that she was now married to Coyle Anderson.

She could only send her location to Tasha and explain everything to her when she arrives.