Buried Secrets, Burning Desires

Hazel walked out of the kitchen into the candle-lit corridor, her hands dripping with water. She wiped them on her black and white lace maidservant dress. "Need a towel for that?" a deep masculine voice came from the dark corner of the corridor. Hazel froze. She let out a shy smile before turning around. "What are you doing here, sir?" Enzo slowly started moving toward her. "Don’t call me that," he said, his voice warm, a voice that made Hazel weak on her feet. He got less than an inch away. Hazel couldn’t stop looking into his sharp gray eyes. "Come here," he whispered, Placing his hand on her lower back and pulling her tightly against him, looking into her soulful brown eyes. "I’ve been thinking about you too much," He said, slowly running his fingers through her thick, curly brown hair. Hazel's body tingled with warmth. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more, more of Enzo’s subtle touches. All she ever thought about was being wrapped in his strong, muscular arms. "Sir, we can’t be doing this," Hazel whispered in a faint voice. "Your dad or your brothers might see us" "Let them," Enzo interrupted in a soft voice. "You don’t understand what you make me feel," Haze. I don't understand it myself. I just want to be where you are." Hazel’s heart tingled. It was the first time anyone had said such words to her. "Sir Enzo... i. Can't do this.” “Ever since you came back and took over your dad's industry, I have seen the kind of rich and beautiful women that come visiting you occasionally.” “That's the type of women your dad would prefer for you, not a lowly serving maid like me.” “I don't want to attract hatred from your father or your brothers. Please, don't put me in tro..." "Shhhh," Enzo shushed, placing his thumb gently on her lips. "And what makes you think I can’t protect you, Haze?" He asked, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. Hazel gently pulled his hand from her waist. "I know you just want to use me like the others," "like a play toy" she said quietly. “Haha” Enzo chuckled, a warm, deep laugh that made Hazel’s stomach tingle but placed more questions in her mind. "How about you use me instead, Haze? Huh?" he said, smirking slightly. "I know what you must think of me, the hot billionaire son of Edmond Vitale who can have any woman he wants and throw them away when he’s bored. That’s what it looks like, right? Like I don't have a heart?" "But that's not true." "I do have a heart, and it's starting to beat hard for you, and no matter how much I try it can't stop." "You’re beautiful. You’re warm. You’re kind. I feel so drawn to you, I’m starting to lose my sense of judgment when it comes to women." He trailed soft kisses down her neck, stopping right where her cleavage shows. "Mmm," Hazel let out a soft, delicate moan without meaning to, instantly hating herself for it. She wanted to resist him. She really did, but her body didn't plan to obey today. "I want to do crazy things with you," Enzo whispered into her ear, his voice low and rough. "But only with your permission". Hazel stood frozen. His words gave her a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart. She felt safe, safer than she had ever felt with anyone. Suddenly, she heard a sound from the kitchen. "That's my mum!" Hazel gasped, quickly pulling away from Enzo's grip. She rushed back toward the kitchen, leaving Enzo standing in the corridor, smiling to himself as he watches her rush off to the kitchen. "Hey, Mom!" Hazel said, trying to sound normal. "Hey, pumpkin! Where have you been? "You look like you just picked up a bag of gold, what's that smile about?" Hazel chuckled, her heart still racing. "It’s nothing,” “Is that Sir Edmond’s tea? Let me help you with it." As Hazel reached for the brewing kettle, Evelyn gently stopped her with her wrinkly hand. "No, no, don’t worry about this one. I have to do it myself." "Umm... Mom? You always force me to prepare Sir Edmond’s tea. Suddenly you don't let me do it anymore?” “Did the doctor change his medications?" "Ah yes," Evelyn said quickly. "Dr. Graves brought a new prescription. He asked me to handle it myself. "Well, you can teach me," Hazel offered. "Don’t worry about it, pumpkin," Evelyn said, wiping sweat from her tired face that was already showing signs of early aging. “Ok, I hope he is doing very well though?” Hazel said as she leaned back against the polished wooden counter. "Mom?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Sir Enzo kissed me today!" Hazel blurted out, her voice high-pitched, her face glowing with excitement. "He WHAT?!" Evelyn almost dropped the hot kettle into the sink with a loud clatter, her face giving Hazel a furious look. Hazel froze, shocked at the sudden change in her mother’s expression. "Who did you just say kissed you, Hazel?" Evelyn’s voice was sharp and loud. "I... Enzo... he kissed me," Hazel stammered. "You dare not ever say that again! Do you hear me kid?!" Evelyn shouted, pointing a trembling finger at Hazel, her face twisted in anger. Hazel had never seen her mom this angry before. "Mom, I... I don’t understand. Two weeks ago, I told you he liked me. You were happy. You praised me! You said it was good for me. What changed? What’s going , mom?" "I said, stay away from that young man!" Evelyn thundered. "Don’t you ever dream of getting close to him again!" Her voice shook the kitchen walls. She moved closer to Hazel. "Did you hear what I just said? or do you want me to slap it into your naive mind?!" Hazel stood still, her mouth dry. She watched as her mother carefully placed Edmonds tea on the tray, and walked out of the kitchen toward Edmond’s room without another word. Hazel could feel the heaviness around her chest, her heart slowly breaking into pieces. Her mom always supported her when it came to Enzo. Her forehead furrowed in confusion as she stared into space, her mind filled with questions. "What's going on? Why did Mom suddenly change about Enzo?" … It's a calm morning in the Vitale house but Enzo jumped off from his bed as he heard the harsh sound of coughing from His dad's Room, his heart dropped. It wasn’t just coughing, it sounded like he was choking. Without thinking, he ran and pushed open his father’s room door. “Dad!” Enzo cried out. Edmond stretches his hand out to Enzo for help, he was almost falling over on the bed, coughing violently. Bright red blood stained his hand and the front of his nightshirt. Enzo’s hands shook as he grabbed the phone on the bedside table and dialed doctor Graves. "Come quick!” “Bring the ambulance!” “His sickness, it's getting worse and it's really bad!"