Nobody told me to gently get my hand off the fridge.
" I'm not gonna stay here and exchange words with you but I will tell you one thing: you better withdraw that lawsuit and drop those charges, or else....", I held myself from going further. It will be too bad if I don't get to carry out any threat I make so not making it in the first place seems safer. " Or else what?", he asked, his eyes piercing mine, staring emotionlessly into mine, " you and I know you can't do shit, so quit being so childish". He knew what he was doing. Hazel Mcman: CEO of IC corporations gets tried for sexual assault - that seemed like a very interesting news headline and that was what he was trying to create. I didn't want to think about what would happen if things should get to that level; our sales will automatically drop, our stock exchange would plummet, our investors will withdraw, it was a whole lot, and just thinking about it gave me the chills. He pushed me out of his way with his shoulder and left the house. The ignition sound of his little red car was heard almost immediately, as if he had teleported into the car and he was driving out of the house, leaving me and Basil stunned - Basil was more stunned. " Well, you really have to find a way to resolve that issue, and I advise you try being diplomatic, not dictated", he said, going through his iPad. " And that thing seems to you like a civilized human being? He's clearly not, not an ounce of modesty is in him, I don't know if he was raised by apes instead of humans, even apes are probably more civilized than he will ever be", I was saying and pacing up and down. I knew very much that I was being dramatic and too much; even ranting like a dog in heat, but I just couldn't help it, not with a living devil like Hunter. " Complaining about things would not solve any problem; you taught me that and here you are going on and on about your husband", Basil said and I couldn't help but hiss. It was clearly evident that he was turning me into something that I'm not, clearly making me lose my mind, " well, there's no time for that. We are already late for the Representative meeting, I'll fill you in on your schedule on our way", he took my briefcase and headed to the garage. I couldn't remember how many times I sighed and hissed but the representative of the technology department, Mr Thompson, told me that it was Twenty-nine times during the meeting; one would think about how many times I did it outside the meeting. I scanned through different documents that needed to be signed; treaty with convenience stores, feasibility study of products and analysis for production, new schemes for scholarship programs but a few to mention. I usually made sure that I went through each document before blessings it with a scribble that people refer to as a signature. A knock came on the door and Mrs Yang walked in. Her hair was tied into a tight bun as traces of grey hair aligned with her red hair. Her apron was smartly worn above her flora patterned shirt and blue skirt, and her feet was protected by a comfy red Crocs. She normally wore her " out of a date" shoes or her large heeled " I trended in the 90's " shoes each time she came to work. I had observed her for three years to know so well about that. " Good morning sir", she greeted as she closed the door behind her, " here's your coffee", she placed the cup of coffee on my desk, being polite enough to not further distract me. She brought out a rag from her apron and ventured to the shelf in my office. She dusted off some books with precision, her wrinkled face showing physical expertise in her field, and most importantly, she didn't set a storm of dust particles into the air. " Is something wrong sir?" I raised my head to find her right in front of my desk, her head tilted in concern as she blinked obliviously. " Um.............why do you ask?" " Because sir, you have been sighing ever since I walked into the room, and look", pointing at the document I was working on, " you haven't even flipped the page and you're zoned out", she was doing a good job hiding her Asian accent, but the word ' out ' betrayed her - it sounded so much like ' autu' coming from her. I sighed again. " You see. You have been doing that continuously". I didn't know what to tell her, or even how to tell her anything - that my husband of few days charged me with sexual assault and domestic violence and I am faced with the possibility of tarnishing my image if I ever appear in court, most likely leading to the downfall of the company and everything my father and I ever worked for? Coupled with the fact that his presence alone was driving me insane? Hell no, sweet Jesus ain't gonna support that. " It's nothing Mrs Yang, just spouse issues", I faked a smile. Keeping the frown would definitely lead to another question which would lead to another question and then lead to a storytime session which will likely not be less than an hour, and I wasn't ready for that. " Spouse issues? Isn't it too early? You just got married and you're already in emotional shambles with your husband? No, that is not right. I remember when I first married Mr Yang......" and here we go. " For the first five years of our marriage we never had a fight, we never even had an argument. We were so in love with each other and one thing that bonded us so much was the conversations we had; and of course the sex ", she blushed a little, pretending to tuck an imaginary strand of her hair behind her ear. " Forgive me for my vulgarity but I speak nothing but the truth. Only when you guys get to connect your yin and yang energy....oh, forgive me", putting a hand over her mouth, " it's yang and yang energy", she laughed and I awkwardly joined in the laugh. " Well, it's actually yin and yang because one of you has to be the dominant, while the other person receives it, you know, one person has to insert his", she made a face, implying a penis. " Yeah, yeah", I said immediately; hearing her say the word will be too uncomfortable. " That's it, and the other has to receive it. So, it is only when these two energies come together can the couple connect". I nodded, praying that the session would be over. " So, have you people done it?" she asked, and her eyes weren't blinking. " Done what?" I knew what she was asking, but I decided to play ignorant. " Have you inserted it into him?"Hunter's POV I stomped on my accelerator, increasing from 90 km/hr to 110 km/hr on a road that had a 50 km/hr sign. But I couldn't care less, not with the call I had received from my dad's secretary. Everything was becoming blurry, even more blurry as tears rushed down my eyes unknowingly. I overtook vehicles , speeding up like a mad man, honking so loudly to alert other drivers of my surly approach. I was almost thrown over through my car window as I sped over a speed bump, making me realize that I was too much in a haste that I forgot to put on my seatbelt. " This is the State Security Service, we request that you pull over right now", the cops behind me said with their speakers, obviously referring to me. They had started tailing me about three minutes ago, blasting their sirens to make me pull over, but that didn't seem to work so they ventured to their speakers. " The driver in the red Ferrari, pull over right now!" another voice said through the speaker, angrier than
" My boy, you really have to pull yourself together. The fact that your father left us doesn't mean that the world has come to an end", our housekeeper, Ma Erica said as she walked into my room and saw me crying myself to death. A lot had happened in just a few days; I had lost my father, spent a good amount of time in jail, and also sustained injuries that almost left my face scarred, my signature fine face. " Look", she sat near my feet and I sat up to give her the impression that I was paying attention, " your late father; bless his gentle soul, would never have wanted you to be in this current state, feeding yourself tears for drink and isolation for bread. He would never have wanted you to stop living your life". My eyes which were puffy and dried up of tears were ignited, and tears started flowing effortlessly. I looked at her as I cried and she immediately understood the question on my mind, it was evident on my face - what life are we talking about? The one that ended wit
Hazel's POV Getting married was one thing, getting married to Hunter was another. The news was everywhere in the business world, that before he would inherit his father's fortune he would have to be married to me. My parents were overly excited about the news, claiming that the marriage would strengthen their friendly bond with his late father; I wondered what kind of non-existential bond they were trying to strengthen, especially with a dead man. Why not visit a shaman or a church? Must I have to be married off? They never even asked if I was into guys in the first place before hurrying to marry me off to Hunter. My opinion was invalid and that was it. I got out of bed with a slight headache and made my way to the restroom. As I brushed my mouth, I felt the toothbrush prick my gum, causing a little bleeding in my mouth. I was immediately reminded of the beating, the bullying that left me with far more blood in my mouth than I had in my body. Hunter did it to me, he caus
" Who the hell are you?" I shouted with every air in my lungs, the sound coming out like a shriek. The figure with crossed legs slowly turned to reveal Hunter's face, his cold blue eyes shooting bullets into my chest. " What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, coming closer to the couch he was sitting on. There was no response. " I said, what the hell are you doing here?" " That is no way to speak to your beloved husband, is it?" he calmly said, the words ' beloved husband ' sounding like poop to the ears. " You still have not answered my question. What the hell are you doing here? And how did you even get in?" I was holding on tightly to my briefcase, careful enough to control my emotions before the case would end up smashing someone's head. " Your mother brought me here, and insisted that I stay. She probably expects us to consummate our marriage tonight", he said, making me wonder what was making me more angry about him; the fact that he was still sitting majestically o
Hunter's POV The gate's car type recognition system beeped, allowing the gate to open manually while I drove in. The drive to Hazel's place had lasted for about forty minutes; all thanks to how fast my car was. It would've probably taken an hour. His house was situated at Henderson estate, south of Nevada. The area was indeed great, with houses that seemed like Five Star resorts with beautiful gardens, thatched hut, swimming pools, water fountains and the rest. I drove into his aboard, surrounded by wonderful ornamental vegetation that were trimmed into different and yet beautiful shapes that led to the house. In front of the house was a water fountain, adding a touch of elegance to the outdoor space. " I'm sure you're going to love the house", my mother in-law, Mrs Mcman said when she had driven me to the house the day before yesterday, " Hazel is usually very well reserved and likes to keep his things orderly", she said, inputting the house code and ushering me in. I co
We smiled at each other, about to join the others in the living room when I magically tripped and fell, with Hazel falling on top of me. You know those scenes in movies where the girl falls to the ground in slow motion and the guy saves the day, grabbing her by the waist and both of them lovingly staring at each other in surprise and shock while a romantic song played in the background? I was always mesmerized by it, and I never believed that such was possible, I mean, not unless you're as light as a sheet of paper; even paper falls to the ground more speedily than those girls, especially in k-dramas. Well, not until that moment. I was pretty sure that the fall lasted for minutes because for the very first time, in-between that moment of tripping and getting to the floor, I noticed how handsome he was, how enchanting his green eyes were,cand how endearing his Adam's apple was - movies can really happen in real life. We landed on the floor, his weight against mine, his b
Hazel's POV His blue eyes. That was all I could see and just looking at them made me feel as if I was floating, all alone on a vast blue sea. But then something distracted me, a little pain in-between my legs, together a feeling that something was stroking me. " What the hell am I doing?" I thought to myself, jumping off of him from the floor only for my already hard dick to tear out of my underwear as I was standing up, fully erect like a giant anaconda right in front of Hunter. I fell silent. He fell silent too, and the only sound I could hear was the yucky sound of my dick growing harder and harder, getting even painful and brick-firm. I stared down at it and at Hunter, back to it again and back again at Hunter. His eyes were almost falling out of their sockets but I was quite convinced that mine had already fallen out, probably rolling somewhere on the floor. " Shit!" I exclaimed after ten seconds of staring back and forth at my anaconda and at Hunter which