CHAPTER 7
868 Words
Two weeks earlier….
Nathan sat at the bar, alone, he had just had dinner with Noah and Donovan, they left, while he decided to stay back.
As he recalled how he left Hazel, he felt sad. He picked up another bottle of Hennessy and gulped it. All he could think of, was Hazel. He shut his eyes, he saw her face, he could hear the sound of her laughter, even her moan. He sighed in frustration. He shivered as he recalled how his body reacts to her touch.
He imagined her exposes collar bone, her breasts, her soft lips. He squeezed the tumbler and it broke.
“Idiota.” He muttered in Italian.
“Nathan, you'll die of a hangover by dawn,” Mercedes said, and she sat beside him.
“What do you want?”
“Have you forgotten? The deal? I want to join the illusion. You said you'd get me in, you're Mr Dawson’s lawyer.”
“I’ll try.” He burped.
“You know I love dancing, Nathan.” Mercedes whined. She stood up and moved behind him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and trailed them gently down to his chest. He held her hand, restricting her from moving further.
“Lies, we know why you badly want to join the team, but I'll keep to my word, you know what to do.” Nathan managed to say, he was drunk.
Mercedes smirked. She pulled his hands away and continued trailing her hands down to the crouch of his pants, she could feel him against his pants.
Nathan groaned, he pushed her hands away with force, he stood up and tried to stand still but he was drunk.
“Go home.”He said to her.
“Let me help you, Nathan.”
He shook his head negatively, picked up his keys and staggered out of the bar. He stood beside his car, pulled out his phone to call one of his drivers. Mercedes stood before him.
“I can help you.” She bit her lips.
Nathan nodded in defeat. He managed to get inside his car. She sat at the driver’s seat, he sat at the passenger’s seat.
“Drive.” He gave her the keys.
Mercedes smirked, she tossed the key on the dashboard and sat on Nathan’s tights, she straddled him, she moaned as she rubbed herself against his clothed member. He groaned in response.
He shut his eyes, images of Hazel clouded his sight.
“Haze.” He held Mercedes tight as she kept running herself against him.
Mercedes kissed his jaw and held his neck. He grabbed her and kissed her aggressively, that was when he realised it wasn't Hazel.
He pushed her away and screamed.
“ I won't say it again, get out.” His voice was cold, it made Mercedes scared and aroused. She sighed in defeat and left the car.
Present…
Hazel turned to leave, after speaking with Lucas, suddenly a strong hand grabbed her arms and placed her against the wall by the corner of the hallway.
She gasped and was about to scream, but that familiar scent hit her nostrils, she sighed.
“Nathan.”
“You always smile at him like that”
“Why do you care?”
“Because it drives me insane.”
Hazel chuckled and pulled away from his grasp.
“Where have you been?”
“Haze, you don't understand.”
“What don’t I f*****g understand? Two weeks, no call, no text, now you come out of nowhere, trying to claim me,” She chuckled bitterly, “No.” She tried to walk away, he pulled her to him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Of course, you are.” She frowned.
“I just want you to be safe Haze.”
“Safe from what? From what exactly?” She yelled “Nathan, I've been off for two weeks, thinking about you, thinking of what I did wrong, what's going on?”
“I promise I won’t disappear again. I'm back for good and this time, I want to be with you. Not in secret.”
“Nathan, do you know what you're saying?”
He nodded and tightened his grip on her body.
“I want to show you off to the world. I don't want to hide.”
“But…what will people say? They call me names, you know that. Your career and…” she trailed off.
“I don't care Haze. These past weeks all I can think of is you. Be my girl.”
Hazel grabbed Nathan’s shirt, before kissing him passionately. He held her waist and reciprocated the kiss. He let her take control, but after a while, he took over. He pressed his body against hers while they kissed passionately, yet desperately. She caressed his chest, her eyes shut as she focused on the kiss. They pulled away, their forehead against each other’s, they locked eyes and smiled at each other.
He pulled a strand of hair away from her face and placed her head against his chest. He smiled in satisfaction.
Unknown to them, someone stood there, watching their actions and whispered. “Il è mio.”
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