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 couldn't help but wonder if she was just talking or trying to leave an impression about her son because the latter was seriously not working; not with how he had treated me thus far. The water fountain added its gentle cascade, creating a soothing ambiance, but the building in Shakespeare's words " needeth art thou, no extra supplement, cause thence thou shineth brightly all on thy own". The glass building was standing proudly amidst the green landscape, a pure beacon of modern architecture and innovation. Its facade, entirely enveloped in sleek transparent glass panels, reflected the sunlight which had already gone halfway on its journey to the west. I inputted the passcode exactly as Mrs Mcman had told to - 1,9,9,7,0,7,2,3- and the door opened. I opened the door wide ajar, expecting him to come out of nowhere asking who had broken into his house. I gently dragged one of my boxes into the sitting room, the white tiled floor leading the way to the cozy living room with blue couches, and there he was, taking a cat nap on the couch directly opposite to the television, on his briefs. His stomach rose and fell in tide with his breath, his abs disappearing with the rise and appearing again with the fall. His lips were slightly open as he drooled from the right side of his mouth, creating a small ocean of smelly saliva. His chest hair was standing erect, probably as a result of the cozy feeling in the room, and it threaded down, all the way from his chest, down to his stomach, and into his briefs. I went back outside and had a few trips bringing my stuff in, and each time I brought them to the living room his sight subconsciously got me irritated. I brought in the last box - it was less heavy compared to the others. I stood in front of him, both hands on my small hips like a model about to be photoshopped, staring at him and feeling the urge to throw something heavy at him or at least strangle him. He snickered, tilted his head from side to side while fumbling his face with his hands like a baby wrestling in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and jerked backwards in shock upon seeing me. He looked behind me, noticing my luggage before looking down on himself, taking note of the fact that he was on his underwear. " What the hell are you doing here?" he said, sitting up and placing his elbows on his knees in a bit to demurely cover up his libido. " You know, I'm beginning to wonder if the characters in your vocabulary only contains about ten words, out of which your favorite is ' hell' ", I helped myself to a seat; he was never going to offer me one, and folded my arms. " I thought you left?" " Oh yes, and you were kind enough to not even ask of my whereabouts". " And why the hell should I?" " Because we're supposingly married dumbass! and I'm starting to find it hard to imprint that into that substandard jelly you call a brain", I was starting to get angry and my breath was picking up. What was I even expecting? That he would cuddle me up and apologize? The skies would have to fall to the ground before he will attempt doing that, and that was just the person he was, a condescending asshole. He turned into that after that night. My father had organized a slumber party for me and I had invited the kids in the neighborhood together with some friends at school. Hazel was also invited. The night was great and there was an abundance of sweet snacks, pizza, games and movies. Sophie and Edward, my school friends, also took it to another level when they started kissing, igniting the sexual child in us and making all of us go wild. Dad had left the house for a business trip and Ma Erica was locked up in the penthouse so we had the leverage to do as we pleased. We opened the penthouse the next morning, swearing our eyes out that we didn't know who had locked her up. Everything was moving quite smoothly until I woke up at about 1:00 AM to a cold feeling in my pants. I thought that someone was playing a prank especially since we were all sleeping in the living room, two people in one sleeping mat, but instead, my sleeping mate, Hazel, was carefreely bed wetting. The urine expanded from in-between his thighs to the whole mat, just the way petrol draws. I knew he would feel embarrassed so I didn't consider waking him at first, but with the possibility of everyone knowing by the time we wake up the next morning and having the news plastered on the school bulletin for weeks, I decided to wake him up. " Oh shit", he said as soon as he realized what he had done, " I'm sorry, I must've drank too much", and seriously we all did. We even raided my dad's whiskey bar and made away with most of his precious drinks, especially his ' Remy Martin' which earned me a decrease in my allowance for months. " No problem, it's just an accident", I said, getting up from the mat and keeping my distance. I was trying to be kind, but definitely not to the extent of drinking his urine, " just go to the restroom and wash up, I'll get you some change of clothes". He headed to the restroom while I quietly replaced our sleeping mat and made use of my perfume to eradicate the odor before going to my room to clean myself up. " You're not going to sleep in there, are you?" I asked as I knocked on the door of the restroom. I had given him some of my unused oversized clothes considering that he was older and more built than I was, and for about fifteen minutes he was still there doing God knows what. " I'll be right out in a sec", he said and I sensed a feeling of shame. He came out of the restroom looking like a child that had committed a hideous crime; either damaged the television or broken a plate. " What's up with the look? Brush it off, there's nothing there", I said, trying to lighten the mood although knowing fully well that there was everything there. He fidgeted a little, trying to say something but finding it hard to, " um...........can we um.....................can we...............we, you know......". " Keep this between us?" I completed the sentence for him. He nodded. " No problem, I will". He got up and approached me, and violently grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to himself, leaving me speechless. He held my jaw, bringing my father to his, our noses brushing against each other, his breath on my face, sending a disgustingly pleasing warmth. His eyes searched mine, looking for something I couldn't comprehend. " Is this what you want?"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
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 shou
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