HAZEL
I can’t believe it. I can’t f*****g believe it.
What are the odds? What are the odds that Axel Moretti—the most powerful man in this country, in this entire city, would believe me? What are the odds that my little game would actually work?
And oh… It’s working.
My smile grows even hotter as I answer him back,
“I love this new me too,” I say lightly, my fingers brushing the front of his jacket.
He laughs, taking my hand again, lifting it, kissing the back of it before holding it gently between his own. Then the car falls into silence. But not the heavy silence I’m used to with him. Not the thick, charged one filled with tension and unspoken fights and fear.
This one is… light. Almost normal.
For a second, it feels like we’re two ordinary people going out for dinner.... no thr
