Andrey. I never meant to come down hard on Hazel. But she never seems to grasp it, even if I try to be subtle. My intentions are to shield both her and myself. Yes, her rejection last night stung, hurt more than I care to admit. Yet, in some corner of my heart, I held onto a flicker of hope that she'd finally embrace our relationship. I know she cares for me, but something holds her back, something I can't quite grasp. I'm doing my utmost to earn her complete trust, to erase any doubts she may have. Yet, it feels like Hazel sees us as nothing more than friends with benefits. If I viewed her as just another girl, our connection would falter within days, and she'd flee from my darker side. But I've shielded her from that part of me, ensuring she never sees the depths of my toxicity. I pray she never has to face that side of me.Hazel brings out the best in me effortlessly. Just seeing her fills me with a drive to improve and strive harder in life. She's taught me invaluable lessons,
Hazel. I have every right to feel angry at Andrey, but deep down, my heart is telling me something different. It's blaming me for everything that's happening. After crying countless times, my heart still burns with anger and pain. I feel hurt that Andrey chose to shut me out even though I have done it to him countless times and he never gave up on me. But then, this is completely different. I'm starting to think it wasn't just about me rejecting him harshly. It must have something to do with what I saw in the media last night. The news claimed I'm his mistress who broke off his engagement, and now I'm supposedly running away from the situation. Somehow, they found out I was at his office and saw me coming out in tears.Is this what celebrities go through when they're being followed? I can't handle this much attention, especially the negative kind. My pictures are plastered everywhere, making me want to hide from the world forever.It's terrifying how the media can just throw out wha
Andrey. "Mr. Sandro, you have to check this out," Sam calls out, heading my way with a tab in his hand. I stop dead in my tracks and snatch the tab from him. The screen shows a location just twenty minutes away from my place. "This is where she was last," Sam explains quickly. "It's close to her mom's place, she's gotta be there," I say, feeling the urgency in my gut. "Exactly, sir," Sam nods in agreement. "Call and get the cars ready," I say, hustling back into the house from the rooftop. We hop on the elevator and head down to the garage. With each passing second, it feels like time's slipping away, like I might lose her if I don't move fast enough. I didn't sleep a wink last night, not knowing where Hazel was. Her last known spot was some motel, but then she went off the grid, and I couldn't track her anymore. I called and texted, but got nothing back. I didn't give a damn about what the news was saying; all I cared about was finding Hazel safe and sound. By morning, I thoug
Hazel. I watched him walk away, my own words echoing in my mind. I'd told him I didn't want him around anymore, that I was done with us. But now, as tears stream down my face, I can't shake the feeling that I've made a huge mistake. I thought I'd feel relieved after ending things, but instead, I feel ten times worse.Why did I push him away? Why couldn't I just give him another chance? Maybe if he'd pleaded a little more, I would've forgiven him. Or maybe I should've asked him to give me time to think things over. But instead, I sent him away, and now I'm left wondering if he'll ever come back. What if this is the end for us?I curl up into a ball, closing my eyes as another wave of tears crashes over me. My heart races, each beat echoing the pain I'm feeling. But even though I'm furious with Andrey, I can't deny that I still crave his presence, his comfort. It hurts more than anything to have pushed him away when deep down, I still long for him.I can still vividly recall those days
Andrey. I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, reassuring her that I won't be gone for long. Stepping out of the house, I slide into the car, greeted by Sam's concerned question."Are you sure about this, Sir?" Sam asks, his eyes reflecting his worry as he prepares to drive me home to get ready for my media appearance."This is Hazel we're talking about. You know I'll do whatever it takes for her," I reply firmly, conviction ringing in my voice. Sam nods, understanding my purpose, and begins the journey.As we drive, I sink back into my seat, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Knowing Hazel is safe, under my watchful eye, brings me immense comfort. Despite having been apart for just a day, it feels like an eternity. Many may question my actions, thinking them irrational, but they fail to grasp the depth of the connection between Hazel and me. It's a bond forged in mutual understanding and unwavering support. I may not be certain if my love is reciprocated, but I have no doubt th
Hazel. "Oh my God," Ann gasps through the phone, her excitement palpable even through the receiver. "Oh God, I can't breathe," she exclaims, her voice reaching a pitch that makes me instinctively move the phone away from my ear, fearing for its safety. "You guys are together now, aw, oh my God, Hazel. You have no idea how thrilled I am to know you've moved on from Chris. That jerk," she continues, her words tumbling out in a rush of excitement.I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "I moved on from him long before Andrey even came into the picture," I reassure her, trying to contain my own excitement. Ann scoffs at the mention of Chris. "Enough about that jerk. How's he? How are you guys doing? Did you already...?" Her words trail off into a suggestive hum, causing me to grimace."You are so disgusting," I tease, though I can't help but laugh along with her. If only she knew that Andrey and I had already had sex countless times before we even officially got together. "But on
Andrey. She kept questioning our destination as she noticed we weren't heading towards any of my usual houses. At first, she pretended to be annoyed, but after a few minutes, her curiosity got the better of her."Can you please just tell me where we're going now already?" she asked, her lips pouted in a cute expression. Unable to resist, I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips, eliciting a smile from her."It's a surprise, baby," I whispered, my gaze fixed on her lips. I couldn't resist kissing her again, and this time, she responded eagerly, her hand lingering on my face. I could taste what she had drank in my mouth. I loved the taste. Pulling back gently, I met her gaze with a tender expression. "I love you," I confessed, feeling the depth of my emotions for her. "So much," I added, my heart swelling with affection.Her smile widened, and she bit her lower lip in a gesture that drove me wild. Wrapping her arms around my bicep, she rested her head on my shoulder, and in tha
Hazel. Making out with him while on his laps and in his private jet was even better than it had been in his bed. Andrey know what I liked, the moves that made me moan and gasp and sink my finger into his hair. He pulled back and smiled up at me, his hands roaming up and down my back before he cups my butt and gives it a gently squeeze--I smiled, biting my lower lip. I hate it when I do that because it meant I was going nuts over him. How did I get so obsessed with this man?“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was rich and deep. Warmth ran between my legs, leaving on emptiness behind I was afraid only he could fill. He leans in, his lips against my cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When I still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. "Or now." He traced the line of my cheekbone. "Or now." His li