Armani.

"What?" Hazel asked, turning to look at me. I studied her for a moment. She was shocked, no doubt about that.

"Hannah Ford is my ex girlfriend Hazel," I responded. Whatever she'd decide to do with this information would be her baby nurse. I couldn't keep it in any longer, I had to tell her. I had to let her know that Hannah played games with her just to get back at me.

I wondered why she had even done that to Hazel.

Who would want to lose this pretty soul in front of me for a boyfriend and what the hell was that about Hannah's boyfriend? That girl did not have any boyfriend, she was a closeted lesbian like me.

The only person, I wasn't sure of was Ms Hazel Asa, standing in front of me in her black lace bra. Was she gay, or Bi?

"I thought so." She scoffed, pulling her dress above her breast.

"What do you mean?" I shrugged. She wasn't giving me anything to work with. She had a normal face and I couldn't read whether she was upset or not.

"I knew you two were more than neighbors." She ran a hand over her forehead. "I just didn't expect this. Ex girlfriend, are you sure?"

"I have no reason to lie."

Hazel only let out a deep breath and sat on the bed. The beddings were clean and I wondered if Carolina knew Hazel would stay the night. She cared enough to change her beddings and replace them with clean, fresh ones.

"Are you not mad at me? Or her?" I inquired. Her reaction was unusual, she deserved to be mad. She had all the rights to be upset with both Hannah and I for playing mind games with her, but all she did was stay quiet.

"Mad? Why?" She cocked her perfect eyebrows.

I shrugged, "Because any normal human being would be upset upon hearing such."

She chuckled. "I guess I'm not normal."

"Okay, now that you know. What do you want to do?" I was seriously getting impatient with her. I needed her to be furious, to hate me so much that I'd hate myself even more. Because after all this, I realized one very stupid thing. I had fallen for Ms. Hazel Asa. And I hated that it happened that way, I don't really remember when or how it happened but I found myself throbbing to have this feeling reciprocated.

"Nothing. What do you want me to do?" She shrugged like none of this carried any weight. But fuck it, whatever her response I'd confess to her how she made my heart jolt and perhaps, then, I'd be able to let go.

"It hurts that you don't care, Hazel, because I do. And do you know what I want?"

She shook her head, probably too scared to say anything.

"I want you," I spoke and sat next to her on that soft mattress. I raised her chin with a pad of my fingers. Her brown eyes gave out confusion. "Do you not see it?"

"I don't understand, Armani. How did this happen?" she whispered, but did not look away.

"You tell me." I knew what she meant and I knew she felt exactly the same way, or was I wrong?

But there was no denying it even if she tried. I could clearly see it in her dark eyes. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

"Why did you lie about us at the dining table?" I whisper softly, if she could answer me that, maybe I could confirm my assumptions.

She ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them and maybe in readiness for my kiss. "I-I don't know. It was just a lie."

"Or a fact."

"Facts can be lies," she challenged me and I was a sucker for that. It turned me on.

"Or they can be true," I whispered and did not hesitate to crush my lips on her's. None of us acted surprised because this was happening and now. We were connecting on a intimate level, it took me this long to realize we had connected already when she dared to open her mouth and shout at me for not interviewing her.

"I'm sorry," she pulled away and whispered.

"For what?" I searched her eyes. I felt like crying. If she was about to back away from this, I'd definitely shed a tear or two. My heart clenched as I begged her not to say the worst words I could imagine.

"For this," she spoke, her eyes not leaving mine.

Just fucking spit it out damnit!

"Talk to me, Hazel. Please."

"I'm sorry I fell for you, Armani Dune," she uttered and I could feel my heart resume it's beats. I smiled and gently kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry too, because I fucking fell for your annoying ass," I spoke with just as much joy and disbelief. This was real, and I liked it.

"Want to play?" she dared me with her dark eyes.

"Yes ma'am," I responded, laying flat on my back. I watched as she slowly removed her bra and hovered over me. Her breast laid there for my eyes to see, my mouth to water and my hands to touch. She slowly, took off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt, making sure to keep her eyes glued to mine.

In one word, she were a seductress.

And this was unbelievably sensual in the most amazing way ever.

With no much effort, my shirt was falling off somewhere around the room and she did not take much time to lay insanely erotic kisses on my chest.

She wasn't kidding when she asked me if I wanted to play. She was playing with me. Toying with me until I couldn't take it anymore; I flipped us, so I was the one on top of her, she giggled.

Cute.

But she had no idea that I would turn beast mode on her and in no time, she had her hands in my head, grabbing it like she was insane. While I licked on her soft spot like I wanted some gold to drop from it.

#

My phone vibrated, pulling me out of my comfort zone in Hazel's embrace. With a groan, I turned and grabbed it, placing it to my ear and closed my eyes.

"Armani," I immediately recognized Gary's voice.

"Speak," I croaked.

"It's...it's-"

"Talk Gary, I want to go back to sleep."

"It's Victor. He is not in the house," he spoke and I sat up. All the sleep vanishing from my eyes. What did he mean he wasn't in the house?

"Since when?" I asked.

"Surveillance days for a day."

"I'm on my way."

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Well. I did not expect the night to go this well and the morning to turn out that bad.

Where do you think Victor is?

How did he escape?

And I want to be in Hazel's place for this night🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈