His eyes furrowed. "What?"

"I'm quitting." When he eyed me with confusion, I decided to elaborate. "I'm leaving this job, if that makes you understand the meaning of this letter."

"Oh, so you've decided to put me back in place by emotional blackmail now? I didn't know you'd stoop that low to achieve your goals, Scarlett."

"I'm not stooping anywhere, Mr Evercrest. I had been meaning to give that letter to you for a long time-"

"How long?"

"I don't know. Maybe three years. Maybe four. I just don't remember anymore. All I knew was I don't want to do this job anymore. I've always wanted to do something that I'd love to do. Something that would make me happy. But I saw I couldn't do it if I continued working 16 hours a day."

"You can still do what you want while working for me."

"Says the one who threatened me just some minutes ago." I saw guilt in his eyes and averted my gaze. "Anyway, you won't understand it and I'm tired of making everyone understand me. Now if you'd excuse me sir, I had my pet to attend do, back at my apartment."

I knew he didn't like it when I talked to him so formally. The look in his face told me everything. But he was now a stranger for me anyway so I thought it didn't make any excpetion. "If you didn't want to work for me anymore, why'd you keep working against your wish all these years?"

"I have my reasons, Mr Evercrest. I hope you understand. Good night." I told him and turned again to walk down the street. The wet clothes stuck and felt slick against my cold body and I pulled my dress down my thighs a little to hide my bare legs.

I knew it was a mistake to wear half-naked dress on his bachelerrete party but he was the one who insisted me to put this on in the first place. He didn't want me to look simple among such rich and powerful people.

He said I represented his image. And so for the very first time in my life, I decided to be the woman I am, for his sake.

It was the truth that I wanted to quit this job, and I had wanted to do it for so long. I didn't know why I kept on pushing myself against my capability to serve him the best way as possible.

I guessed meeting and loving him was the ruin of my life.

I was asked to quit this job by my step father anyway. He asked me to do this favour to my step-sister Kiara. That when she would get married to Heath, it wouldn't look good if I would continue to be with him as his PA since then he'd become my brother-in-law.

He said people'd talk things behind our back. Though I don't care the hell for those stupid society and its patriarchal stereotypical people, I did care for my sister and my mother's husband.

My step-father. I decided to improve my relations with him that day and he decided to test my loyalty by asking the toughest favor from me.

Writing my resignation letter.

Also, I knew he was starting to get suspicious of my feelings for Heath. He kept secret eye on me. He dug my things and searched my apartment in my absence.

I knew I couldn't convince him out of his doubts. If he was worrying about his daughter, I wouldn't blame him for that.

Besides, which father would want any woman, who happened to be his other daughter just by some stupid legal paper, to destroy his real daughter's household and marriage?

He saw me as a threat in his daughter's marriage. It was true I had feelings for Heath, but I wasn't planning to tell him anytime soon. I didn't want to be a threat to his marriage.

But how could I ever tell my father that I loved my sister as much as my I loved my own mother?

So to ease him out of his doubts, I wrote my resignation letter in front of him, the night I learned Heath slept with Kiara after proposing her and she agreed to the marriage.

Because I didn't see any reason not to follow the advise of my step-father anymore.

Just as I was about to turn around the corner, I felt a strong pull and I stumbled in my steps. Once again, I saw Heath holding my hand, but this time, something in his touch made me feel warm and I found I never hated him in the first place.

I could never hate him. And that's why I was quitting everything related to him. Everything that reminded me of him.

"So what are your reasons?" He asked, holding the letter in his hand, breathing heavily. His tuxedo was off and I saw him holding his black blazer in his hands instead. His cheeks were flushed from rain probably, and he took one or two seconds to catch his breath.

Was he running after me?

"I don't have anything to tell you." I told him and started to walk ahead of him.

"I won't sign this letter unless you tell me why're you doing this." He told me and stopped me again by my arms.

He really needed to stop grabbing me everywhere!

"I wrote every possible reason inside that letter." I pointed my finger to the spoiled letter in his hand. "But seeing it's not in any state to be comprehended, I'd type another one and send it to you by mail. Or do you want it by post?"

"I know it's all lie in this pathetic piece of a paper." He eyed the letter with disgust before throwing it in the pile of mud nearby. "So instead of wasting both of our times, why don't you tell me the real reason?"

"Real reason? You think there is some real reason behind my resignation, other than I don't want to do this job anymore? Then... "I stopped walking and faced him. "...Why do you think I'm quitting this job, Heath. You tell me." I crossed my arms across my chest and stared at him.

"Because I've changed?" He tried, gauging my reaction.

"Nice try. Maybe another time." I started to walk but he ran after me, and stood in front.

"Because I...became a jerk? To you? To my family?" When I didn't seem convinced, and was about to walk away again, he said," Wait wait! Is it because I never apologized to you for treating you badly all this time?"

I stifled a smile. "If you think apology is the thing I want from you, you'd have to rethink my standard as a woman."

"What's the reason if it's not the-"

"Why're you so interested in knowing my reasons? You never showed interest in me or my problems before." The words slipped out of my lips before I could stop them and I closed my eyes for my stupid mistake.

"Because you never showed interest in quitting before. You were always so devoted and so on time, I never thought you'd ever want to leave your job." His lips curved into a half-smile. "I thought you loved working for me. I almost felt proud of me as a boss, seeing you arriving at work so happily you actually cheered the other employees of the department."

"Just because I smile, doesn't mean I'm doing it because I want to do it. It just happened that way."

"You should've told me if it was too hard on you to work beyond office hours. I thought you wanted to work more because you didn't leave your desk even after 9 PM. So I gave you more work."

I stopped walking making him stop as well. "I waited for you to get off the work." I whispered faintly.

"What did you say? I didn't quite hear it correctly..." He shifted closer to me, towards my face.

I looked up at him, my face getting hot. My ears were red from the embarrassment and my palms felt sweaty inspite of the rain.

"I said I...I... waited for you to get off the work. I was ...worried you might faint from overworking yourself and so I thought, if I'd be outside guarding your back, you wouldn't feel you're alone."

"Hazel." I heard him say and I averted my gaze to look at the nearby wall. "I overwok myself because I want to defeat my sister. My father thinks I can't bring any good to him and his company which he passed over to me unwillingly-"

"I know. I know he didn't want to do it because he never trusted you. He wanted your sister to take over. But she was married already so he had to eventually pass it on to you because of his bad health. I know why you don't love your father. I also know you actually want to love your father but you just could not. But I couldn't help it, you know. I just don't feel good seeing you suffering alone in this."

"Why? You don't even know me properly." He asked and I glared at him. "Okay. You do. A lot. But still, why'd you worry about me?"

"Because you're my source of income?" I saw his face scrunching into disgust. "As you said. According to you, of course." I completed and walked towards the main road.

"Then what's according to what you'd like to say?"

"No comments. I just do. There are some people we become habitual of caring for because we see them everyday. We interact with him everyday. And we know we will see them our whole life, so we actually develop to ignore their flaws and accept them. This way they become our family." I glanced sideways at him. "You are the same for me."

"I'm your family?" I could feel the amusement in his voice.

"After you threatened to kill me, no you're not. Not anymore."

He didn't say anything for a while. Just continued to walk side by side with me. And I decided not to break this silence. I didn't even know why he came after me.

"You still didn't tell me your reasons."

"I was going to. But I chose not to."

"Why?"

"If you're worried about your new PA, I have kept the loads of profiles of experienced professional PAs who have trained in better environment for this service, with Mrs Rothy. You can have those profiles from her anytime you want and read them thoroughly to decide who you want to be your next P-"

"I asked you a question, Scarlett." He demanded.

I ignored him and continued with my advise. "And you know a very interesting thing. They can fight too. I mean they can use their fists. I used to be very sorry when you'd require to hire the bodyguard for your safety-"

"You're not answering the question!" He snapped at me, his temper suddenly rising, but I ignored him again, hoping he would do the same.

"-And I always wanted to protect the the powerful men. You know, like superwoman. It was my dream. To be the protector of the galaxy. It would've been cool if I could protect you as well-"

"I asked you the damn fucking question to answer!"

"I don't want to answer you!" I snapped at him.

"Why do you keep on going against everything I say?!" He cornered me against the wall, pressing my back against the cemented concerte.

"I just don't like to follow your orders everywhere! It makes me feel stuffed!"

"I wasn't ordering you-"

"You always do! Hazel, do this! Hazel, do that! Hazel, I want to do this for me! It's the last task I'm giving you! And guess what? It never happnes to be the last! It fucking never does! I'm fed up with you and your-"

"So that's why you're quitting your job?!"

"I don't want to answer you! Leave me alone!" I pushed him away from his chest, and started to walk faster. I could hear him coming after me and I increased my pace.

In normal shoes, I never doubted my legs but these heels were killing me already. I knew I'd be a limping mess the moment I reach my apartment.

Now I just wanted to go home, remove these wet clothes, take a hot shower, make a hot coffee, drink it and watch some romantic comedy drama all night until I fell asleep.

I could feel him coming closer to me, behind me and I started to run faster in the rain, wiping the tears from my eyes.

My chest was paining and my heart was twisting uncontrablly in my ribcage. It was getting harder for me to breathe by each passing second.

I felt him grab my back, sliding his arms around my waist. He pressed himself further against my back, and I could feel his heart beating fast, blood pumping rapidly in his veins. I stiffened at how his tight chest and abdomen was feeling against the wet bare skin of my back.

"Got you." He put his chin above my head, his tight arms engulfed my thin body from behind. All my thoughts were focused on the fact that his muscular arms were now settling above my chest, creating tiny butterflies to dance around in my stomach.

His pressed his hands around me further, causing my breasts to be squished against him. My cheeks heated like tomato, feeling his hot breath fanning my neck, causing delicious shiver to pass down my spine. I blushed as I felt myself getting wet just as he nuzzled my neck and touched my cheek with his.

Stupid feelings always decide to come out in the wrong time. It's always the wrong timing between us. Always.

"Let me go, Heath. You know it's wrong." I whispered, as he shifted himself closer towards me.

"What's wrong with me hugging you?"

I took a deep breath. "You just got cheated on by my sister who you were about to marry in some weeks! Not to mention, you loved her so much you fought against your whole family to marry her. Is that enough of a reason now?"

With that being said, he left me abruptly and I could feel him still standing behind me. "You just have to mention that now, don't you? When I'm trying to cope up with the truth?"

"It's the truth. You really were getting married to-"

"Is that the reason you're leaving me?!"

I frowned. "What?"

"I was going to marry Kiara. You didn't like it-"

"Why wouldn't I like it if you'd marry my sister?!" I yelled, my own temper rising at his random observation.

"It's simple. You were jealous."

I looked at him incredulously. "Have you gone insane?"

"I could feel it whenever I'd spend anytime with Kiara and you'd always make excuses to go outside and get some fresh air. You actually were jealous and it took me so much time to realise it."

"What the actual fuc... " I looked at him in disgust. "You have gone nuts! What the hell is wrong with you?! I took break to get fresh air because of the lack of sleep after working overtime! I slept just three hours a day and the lack of rest had been interrupting my work. I didn't want to make any mistakes in my work with my diffused attention so I would excuse myself-"

"Thanks to God." I heard him mutter and confusion filled my expression. "I actually thought you were in love with me or something. That's why you were leaving me. You really scared me out there. I'd feel like a total jerk if I'd learn you had felt something for me while helping me woo your own sister for marriage-"

"So you were testing me?" I asked him, my eyes welling up in tears before they fell down one by one.

When he realized I was crying because of what he did, he took one step towards me to take my hand. "Look, Hazel, I really thought you liked me and that's why I felt bad seeing you quit your job because of me-"

"Why'd you feel bad? Did the thought of me being in love with you felt that disgusting to you?"

He grabbed both of my hands. "I didn't mean it to sound so-"

"Leave my hand!" I freed myself of his grip and started to walk away.

"Hazel-"

"Don't take my name!"

"But listen to me-" He tried to keep me in place but I had been hurt by him too many times, that I didn't even want to stay with him anymore.

"I don't want to see you ever again! I hate you!" I yelled at him and his face became serious in a second.

"You hate me?" He asked, looking at me and more tears spilled out of eyes, remembering his words.

"Yes I hate you, Heath Evercrest! I hate everything about you! I hate how you are so arrogant, how you are so rude, how you don't feel gratitude for the things people do for you! I hate how you are so full about yourself, how you take people for granted, how you always muhhhh-" He put his hand over my mouth, glaring at me.

"Shut up, you're annoying."

I shoved his hand away from my face and glared at him, breathing heavily. "I hate how you don't care about your family, I hate how you don't see the good in everything, I hate how you are able to do mostly everything and yet you feel underconfident around your own sister! I hate how you don't feel compassion for your mother muhhhhh-" With this, he grabbed me harshly and shoved me roughly against the wall, putting his arms on both sides of me.

"I said shut up!" He growled, his hands once again over my lips. Once again, I removed them from me.

"Don't touch me! You wanted to hear reasons why I'm leaving you, I'm telling you everything I had been meaning to write as one of the potential reasons in that official letter as to why I'm quitting! You invited it yourself-"

"I don't want to hear you insult me, stating your petty reasons-"

"If these reasons are petty, then you must think very highly of yourself, Mr Evercrest!"

"Don't try to outsmart me-"

"I have more than enough reasons to make you realize how much of a petty stubborn shit in the name of a son you have been to your family-"

"I don't need to hear you speak about my family! You don't hold any rights-"

"I don't need those fucking rights to drill some sense onto you! Besides, if you still think you hold any authority over me then listen to it properly!" I tiptoed on my heels, and put my lips above his ear. "I'm leaving this job. I'm leaving my position as a PA in your company. I'm not your servant anymore. You can't order me around anymore. Because I'm leaving you."

His fingers curled into fists, hearing my words. I felt him close his eyes before suddenly he hit the wall behind me, making me jump on my spot and I placed my arms on his shoulder in impulse. "I said fucking shut up! When will you ever learn to listen to my words properly?!"

Removing my arms, I leaned against the wall. "I think you didn't listen to me properly. I hate you. I don't care what you say." I said, making myself clear.

But when I attempted to walk past him, he put his arms on either side of me again, walking closer to me until there was no way for me to escape from him.

"What're you doing?" I asked him, as he didn't say anything but continued to corner me.

"You're not going anywhere."

My eyebrows furrowed. "What're you saying? I told you I have nothing to say to you!"

"I can't let you walk around the street in these clothes. You have to come with me."

I looked at him as if he had gone insane. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"I'm not asking for your permission." He said, as he grabbed my arms and started to drag me with him, towards his car.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! I can take care of myself! You don't fucking need to look out-" I kicked on his knees. He staggered a bit and his grip on me loosened. I took it as a chance to run but he took hold of me from behind, lifting me up and wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Don't touch me! Leave me alone! I don't want to stay one more minute with you!" I kicked him from behind, missing it altogether but when I kicked him again, I heard him wince in pain.

"What's fucking wrong with you?! Just stay still for-" I heard him say before he hissed in pain as I kicked him once again. "Keep these fucking legs to yourself, Scarlett, I swear I'm gonna-" I succeeded in freeing myself of his grip but when I attempted to run, my ankle twisted. I fell on the ground, like a peacock, as the furs of my dress got soaked in mud.

Now it was my turn to hiss in pain as my kneecaps got scratched deep and the blood started to flow from the fresh wound. I lifted my palm to see the trail of blood lining the white peeled skin and my fingers were shaking with the cold and injury.

"I told you to stay still! See what you got yourself into-" He came forward to help me out but I retracted myself away from him. "You're wounded-" He touched my knee, running his fingertips over the cut.

"Don't touch me! It's all because of you!" I said, tears welling up in my eyes, seeing the state I ended up into, in just a few hours.

"I just wanted to help you-"

"I don't need your help! Everything had been going wrong in my life since the day I met you! Now I know why I hate you! It's because you make people around you suffer like hell-" I attempted to get up, placing my wounded palms on the ground but winced as soon as I put my weight over them. "And you never help them when they need your help!"

"But you don't let me help you-"

"Shut up! I don't need your help!" I yelled, getting up. But when I took one step, I stumbled back due to the sprain in my ankle.

I felt Heath come towards me to help me but I glared at him, making him stop in his tracks. When I took another step, my left ankle twisted painfully and I shrieked as I lost my balance. I closed my eyes, flailing my arms like dolphin to cover my fall.

My jaw collided with something bony and muscular, and I could taste salty blood in my tongue. I opened my eyes to see Heath supporting my weight, his arms around my waist. He pulled me upright, making me wrap my arms around his neck.

"You hate me because you never learn." He said, holding my back protectively.

Great. Just great. The worst level of humiliation I'm facing today!

"I hate you for the reasons I don't know." I whispered, staring into his eyes as he took out the wet handkerchief from his pocket and started to wipe the dirt from my cheek.

He stopped in the middle to stare at my lips, hesitating at first, before putting the cloth over them, rubbing the side of my mouth gently with it.

I moaned low in my throat as the wet cloth made contact with the cut at the corner of my neck. He stiffened at the sound and immediately retracted his hand from my throat.

I could see the faint blush lining his cheek, his ears were red and he scratched his head in nervousness. Embarrased, I removed my hands from around his neck only to wrap them around him again when I attempted to walk again.

"I think you can't walk." He said, his arms around my back.

"I think you think wrong. I can manage on my own." I unwrapped my arms around him but he didn't let go of my back.

"You're being stubborn again. You need my help."

"If it was anyone else, I'd have said yes. But not you. Now leave my back."

"Why do you keep on lowering me?!"

"Because I...Because I...I don't know."

"And now you're even crying? Do you hate me that much, Hazel?!" He said, looking the tears in my eyes and I wondered how he could distinguish my tears from among the drops of the rain.

"Please don't take my name! I don't like it-"

"Hazel. Hazel. Hazel. Hazel. I'd take your name anytime anywhere I want! I'd make it my alarm tune and would wake up to it everyday-"

"It's not funny!"

"I'm not kidding!"

"I'm not talking to you. Now let me go!"

"You're not going out alone in the middle of the night."

"Stop pretending to care! I'm hurt enough already!"

"It's really dangerous out there, Scarlett. Why don't you understand?We can just go to my apartment where you can change your clothes and you'll be good to go."

"I'd hurl a taxi-"

"Fuck the taxi! Hell why don't you ever follow anything I say! I'm saying it for your sake-"

"I don't need your care!"

"Like I said, I'm not asking your permission."

"You can't force me into doing anything-" I yelled as he lifted me off the ground, making me yelp in surprise and I kicked him again, yelling at him to put me down.

"You never learn!" Angry, he pulled me around the corner, and backed me up against the wall harshly.

Again. It did hurt how he had been handling me this whole night. As if I wasn't any woman to begin all this.

As if I were just some thing. And It pained me to see how he handled other women with delicacy and care while he always treated me differently, always lowered me and ordered me around like a maid.

I knew this was my job but I needed to be respected as well. I couldn't keep on doing something which insulted me and my capabilities to live as a normal person in this mocking society where middle class persons would always be treated with contempt and disdain.

"I don't want to-" I said, pushing him away by chest, preventing him from getting closer to my body.

"I told you to shut up already!" He yelled at me with the intensity of his voice I never heard him utter before.

Before I knew, tears were starting to well up again in my eyes, producing stinging tension in my nose.

"I just don't want to be with you." I whispered, making him look at me.

"Why're you behaving like this-" His eyes softened at my words, and he put his left hand on my cheeks, stroking it lightly with his thumbpads.

"Because you've changed. A lot. I just don't like you anymore!"

The minute the words were out from my mouth, he removed his hand from my cheek. His green eyes darkened, black pearls of hues swiveling under them. Suddenly, he took my hands and pinned them above my head, pressing them harder against the wall. I bit my lips in pain, as he glided his long fingers along the length of my own, rather harder.

"What're you doing muhhh-" He pressed his hot lips against mine, opening his mouth, kissing them, nibbling them, licking them. His teeth rolled my lower lip and he sucked roughly on it.

I felt alarmed by his sudden actions but couldn't deny that my body was reaction otherwise to his ministrations.

My mind was in haze, his mouth moving like a lava on my lips, tasting them, gliding them, feasting on them.

When I got the nick of the situation, I tried to struggle against him, pushing him away with my free legs but he put his one leg in between my thighs and my eyes widened to feel the tightness in his pants, rubbing against my stomach.

His lips licked my lower lip for entrance, and I refused to grant him one. To show his anger, he pushed me harder against the wall, pressing his large hands harder over my fingers, interwining them with his own but I refused to give him what he wanted.

In a minute, he gripped both of my wrists with his one hand as he tilted my neck with his other free hand. His fingers glided down my neck towards my chest as he turned his hand around and trailed his knuckles over my heaving chest, making circles over my exposed cleavage.

I closed my eyes in pleasure feeling his hand down there and he broke the kiss to stare at my form.

"Don't be stubborn, Hazel. You know you want me." He whispered on my ear, taking his tongue out to lick the flesh behind my ear.

Yes I knew I wanted him. I always did. But did he want me as much as I wanted him?

He didn't. And he probably never would.

I didn't say anything as he started to kiss his way down my earlobe, my cheek bone, my jaw before tilting my neck to open his mouth and suck on my collarbone, making me whimper in response.

He darted his tongue out and licked my neck all the way down my cleavage. He pressed his lips in between the valley of my breasts, and I took a deep breath to stifle a moan.

"You're so pretty. So beautiful." I heard him say as he slid the strap of my dress down my shoulder, exposing my lacy red bra and I started to struggle against him to show him my discomfort.

He raised his head to look at me. "You don't want me to touch you?"

"You slept with Kiara, and she was my sister." I knew the truth that he didn't actually get to sleep with her but he didn't.

And that was equal to his own version of truth.

He frowned at my words. "I told you to shut up-"

"If you're kissing me just to forget my, sister, touching me just to forget her existence, if I'm just your rebound, if I'm just your toy, if you're just using me, then please tell me the whole truth instead of playing it cheesy with me." I said, swallowing the bile rising in my throat. "I'll understand you and your reasons. I'll try to, I promise."

He didn't say anything, just kept staring at me. "I know you're hurt by her. I know you're angry with her, I know you want to vent out your frustration on someone so if you'll just let me know why you are doing this to me, I'll try to help you out." I said, realising he left my hands free a long time ago.

With shaking fingers, I raised my right hand and put it on his cheek, rubbing the tips of my fingers gently along his flesh. He glanced at my fingers touching his cheek before he closed his eyes and leaned to my touch. "If I'm just a part of your revenge against my sister, if you want to sleep with me just because you couldn't-"

This made him open his eyes again and he grabbed my arms once again, anger flashing in his dark green orbs. "I warned you not to speak too much but you never listen!" He growled, before pinning my wrists against the wall, above my head, his open mouth pressing hard against my lips once again.

This time his lips were forceful, hot, moist, rough, greedy, demanding and caressing against mine. He didn't ask for permission this time, instead, he bit my lips hard, his teeth digging into my flesh, making me open my lips in pain but when I tried to close them again, he left my wrists to cup my cheeks, stroking them gently with his thumb.

I closed my eyes at the softness of his touch and he kissed me harder, pressing himself against me, the tightness in his pants growing by each passing minute.

His tongue glided out from his lips, licking my mouth before delving into my mouth, tasting and swallowing my saliva. When I still struggled against his dominance, he grabbed both of my shoulders roughly to put me in place while still tasting each and every corner of my mouth.

His tongue glided across my teeth and he sucked on my upper lip, before touching the tip of my tongue with his own.

We both moaned at the contact, I gripped his shoulders for support as he pulled my tongue out to suck on it gently. I lost my balance and slid down the wall slowly and he also slid down with me, on the ground, still kissing me hard.

I could feel his hands on my back, pulling me closer and closer till there was nothing left between us. He rubbed my bare thighs, with his palm, his hands roamed contiuously on my back, his kisses growing fervent and urgent as the clouds above us reverberated loudly in the ambiance, reminding us of the dangerous consequences of our deeds if we continued going any further.

But I didn't care anymore. I was already into him too much to ever come outside and push him away. His lips tasted heaven, and I could feel my mind raging with euphoria as our tongues battled for dominance.

My hands were clutching his hairs, my fingers roaming desperately across them, caressing them, pulling them, kissing him back as he pushed himself against me further. My legs slid around his waist in a sitting position, the urgency in my actions fueling his desires, as evident by the full erection now pressing tightly and painfully against my wet panties.

And then all of a sudden, I broke the kiss and he growled in disapproval. I put my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck as I could feel him staring at me in confusion.

"You didn't answer me." I said, as he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer. I was now straddling his waist, my legs on either side of his waist. He ignored my question and attempted to kiss me again but I titled my head and put my chin on his shoulder, hugging him tightly.

"Do you really want me or I'm just your rebound?" I asked him again, feeling him kissing my neck.

"You said you'd help me forget her."

"So you're just using me?" I asked in annoyance, tilting my neck away from his lips.

"It's not called using when you know exactly why I need you. And I need you more than I should, Hazel. " He said, putting his hands under my dress to stroke my stomach while his other hand stroke my bare back, rubbing over the clasp of my bra.

I felt myself grew angry at his bold yet insensitive words. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He looked up at my face, stopping his ministrations, his fingers tugging at the clasp.

His dark green eyes, full of lust and desire, stared right into my soul as he gently rubbed my thigh with his thumbpad. "In other words, I want you for every reason in this world..." He kissed the valley of my breasts before sucking on my collarbone. "...other than love."

He unclasped my bra and its straps fell down my shoulder as I felt him caress my breasts from above my dress, feeling them, cupping them, pressing his palm harder against them.



Okay don't kill me. *hides behind Hazel and have you face her instead*

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