Chapter Seven

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 quite frankly seemed like eternity. I covered it immediately with my hands and quickly found my way to my room, leaving him there on the floor with his mouth wide open.

I considered those in the middle East lucky, those Japanese and Mandarin speaking people. They usually had earthquake episodes, so technically they would have been opportune to have the ground open up and swallow them up; a miracle I sincerely prayed for, even pleaded for. He had seen everything, everything. I might as well stop wearing clothes in front of him because there was nothing more to hide away behind clothes.

I didn't know how much time I spent chastising myself but I reversed back to normalcy when he knocked on my door - operation get your damn clothes on, #he hasn't seen everything. He actually has seen everything, but let's do him the pleasure of letting him savor the sight, you know the saying; once seen, always cherished.

I grabbed a casual shorts and shirt, struggling to put them on as soon as possible. The knock came a second time and a third time.

" What is it?" I asked him angrily, almost barking at him as I zipped up.

" Come show me to my room! I need to unpack", he barked back, anger was also evident in his voice and that I sensed, was going to be a big problem; we just can't have two dogs in the same house. I pulled the door open instantly, still shirtless - he was flustered but did a good job not showing it, " or would your silly ass let me share a room with you?"

" In your dreams".

" Don't even humor yourself by believing that I would ever agree".

" And let's be clear about this; you moved into my place unannounced, and without my consent so basically I am going to view you as a fugitive whom I am helping by putting a roof over your head, and that means that your jurisdiction in this house is only limited to the room you will be staying in", I didn't even realize I was pointing a finger at him, not until he kindly; forgive me, not until he angrily slapped my finger off.

He folded his arms, looking me dead straight in the eyes, " this may be your house, but you are still not in the position to tell me what to do", he said.

I scoffed, " you think so?" there was a smirk on my face because things were starting to get pretty funny.

" I know so, and don't you ever raise your voice at me like you did behind that door. If anyone should be raising voices around here, that person should be me", I was short of words. Where the audacity had come from, I couldn't fathom, and the fact that it was coming from a little man was incomprehensible.

" Now you listen, I will not have............", and there was a loud bang, and it made me move my face a little. It took me a few seconds to realize that it wasn't necessarily a loud bang; I was just slapped by a wide eyed condescending hormonal virgin.

Adrenaline surged through my veins, and I was damn sure my testosterone was popping off the roof. In a flash, I grabbed him by the neck and pinned him against the wall, my other hand holding him by the armpit. He was easy to carry, and his feet were raised above the floor as he tried his best to keep a calm face and pretend that he wasn't choking by my hand; so much like Wednesday Addams.

" That should be the first and last time you would ever in your worthless life hit me; are we clear on that?" he didn't respond, his face was still in a frown, but seeing how quite startled he was, I was sure the message had traveled deeply into his brain.

I let him go and left him there, trying to catch his breath. I needed a drink, and certainly not in a house desecrated by his presence.

I parked into my garage, noticing that his car, a little red Ferrari had been parked properly - it was parked in front of the front door earlier. I got into the house and was welcomed by the aroma of a freshly cooked meal, very much like noodles: he was damn getting way too comfortable for someone who just moved in.

I walked upstairs; he wasn't in the living room and his luggage was out of the way too. Along the hallway, I could sense he was in one of my guest rooms. Sure, he would have been a fool to wait for me to show him to a room when there were many that could use, and I was quite glad that it was quite far away from my room. I went to bed trying my best to push Hunter to the back of my mind; he just wasn't worth feeling streets out about.

The morning came quickly, the sun rays emanating from the rising sun in the East sent a cool warmth over the terrace as the birds chirped loudly; the lovely brim of summer. It was a perfect day to visit the beach, but that wouldn't be possible, especially for me: the life of a CEO.

My father founded IC corporations as a group of companies with departments in fashion and household furniture, but after I was made CEO soon after my graduation from Harvard, I included the departments of technology, nutrition, entertainment and education. Not only were we among the top ten global companies in the world following Apple, Samsung and the rest, but we ran DC, from schools to restaurants, to hotels to celebrities. Many new rookies in the entertainment industry were a product of our agency. But as they say, when you're at the top, try to remain there. We were currently having a major setback which threatened our corporation with bankruptcy, but I was going to get through it, somehow.

I got ready and made my way downstairs and as I passed by his room, I could hear him singing to Billie Eilish's Lovely. He sounded so much like a horny gorilla that Billie would've regretted releasing that song if she had heard him sing it.

As I was brewing coffee, Basil came in.

" Good morning sir", he placed an envelope on the kitchen counter.

" What's that?" I paused with brewing coffee to check out the envelope.

" Well sir, it seems like your husband sued you for sexual assault".

" What?" he was looking back at me with those eyes that said ' I'm damn fucking serious '.

" His lawyer sent it to me this morning. He said the date of the trial would be communicated to us as soon as possible".

" He can't be serious".

" He is. And the charge also contains specifications of domestic violence".

We've only stayed together for a day and I'm being charged with sexual assault and domestic violence, that means he would sue me for murder in not less than a week.

We both heard footsteps descending from the stairs. He made his way to the kitchen, making sure that we knew that we were totally invisible to him. He went to get a bottle of water from the fridge but I slammed my hand against the fridge.

" What is the meaning of this", I held it to his face, " you sued me for sexual assault and domestic violence? Are you crazy or what?"

" unless you want an additional charge of infringement of basic human rights to movement, I suggest you get out of my way".

How could he be so mad and calm at the same time!