Chapter 2

The ride from the airport to Axel's house was long, the city lights blurring past as Hazel sat in silence, her mind lost in a mix of emotions. When they finally pulled into the compound of his home, her breath caught in her throat.

She stepped out of the Land Cruiser Prado as a guard opened the door for her, and the moment her feet touched the ground, her eyes lifted to the magnificent structure before her.

Her lips parted slightly in awe. The building loomed before her like a modern skyscraper, its sleek glass walls shimmering under the Washington skyline. Even though she was from a wealthy family, she couldn't help but admire the architectural masterpiece before her.

A deep breath filled her lungs as she took in the grand security setup surrounding the property. The sheer number of guards stationed around made her stomach twist with unease.

"The house won't fuck you, momma. Don't rip its glass."

Axel's voice cut through her thoughts, his teasing tone sending a wave of irritation through her.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes before choosing to ignore his choice of words.

"Your house is beautiful," she admitted, deciding to focus on the impressive view.

"Is that a compliment?" he mused.

"Tag it whatever, Axel. I'm hungry." She pressed a hand against her stomach, making her point clear.

A smirk curled at his lips. "You didn't turn into a foodie overnight, did you? 'Cause I won't be able to handle one."

"You can send me out if you want," she shot back coldly, her frustration bubbling over. "I don't even want to stay here."

Axel chuckled, unfazed by her attitude. "You know your dad would rather I be the one holding onto your waist every fucking time than some other man doing it." He winked at her, and she huffed in exasperation.

She hated how he always had a response ready, as if nothing could shake him.

"Let's go," he urged, and they both walked toward the entrance.

Axel had been Mr. Marco's best friend since losing his older brother in college. Even though Marco was significantly older, he had taken Axel in as a brother, honoring the bond he once shared with Alex-Axel's late brother-before his untimely death from an unknown illness.

"The elevator would be much better, momma. The stairs will hurt your legs," Axel remarked, pressing the button for the floor where her room was located.

"Why build it so tall when you're the only one living here?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"And some guards," he corrected, his smug expression making her snap her mouth shut.

She rolled her eyes, refusing to object further.

As they stepped into the elevator, Hazel's body tensed. A shiver ran through her, her fingers curling tightly around the fabric of her dress.

The familiar fear clawed at her chest.

She had always hated elevators-hated confined spaces. The walls felt like they were closing in, and her breathing turned shallow. Her hands grew clammy, her vision slightly hazy as the anxiety took hold. She should have just objected but no. She was rather too stubborn.

Axel noticed the shift immediately. His eyes darkened as realization dawned on him.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. He had completely forgotten that she was claustrophobic.

Without hesitation, he reached for her, pulling her against him in a firm yet comforting hold.

She stiffened, trying to push him away, but his arms tightened around her.

"Stay here, momma," he murmured, his voice softer now.

A sharp jolt ran through her stomach at the warmth of his touch, her body betraying her as a wave of unexpected comfort settled over her.

Her cheek pressed against his solid chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat oddly soothing. His hand slid lower, resting at the curve of her waist, his fingers pressing slightly as if reassuring her that he was there.

Hazel hesitantly lifted her gaze, her breath catching as she found his dark eyes staring down at her. His face was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw and the flicker of something unspoken in his eyes made her pulse stammer.

She tried to pull away again, but his grip remained firm.

"I'm here, momma," he whispered against her hair, his deep voice sending an unfamiliar heat rushing through her veins.

She swallowed hard.

For the first time, Hazel felt something she couldn't explain. A solace she hadn't expected. A warmth she never thought she'd associate with him-the man she had convinced herself she disliked.

Yes, he had always been around, a presence in her life as her father's best friend, but she had never truly seen him. He was an idol, someone women chased after-something she had always found distasteful.

She preferred men who weren't constantly in the spotlight. Axel was the complete opposite. He was an icon, the CEO of a world-renowned fashion company, with women throwing themselves at his feet.

The elevator was taking too long.

Axel exhaled, shifting uncomfortably. He hated the way she fit so perfectly against him, hated the way her scent filled his lungs, and most of all, hated the way his body responded to the warmth of her touch.

This was only her first day here, and already, things were pushing them into dangerous territory.

With her body so close, her curves pressed against him, he wasn't sure how long he could resist the temptation of touching her.

Finally, the elevator doors slid open, and both of them released a breath at the same time.

Axel let loose of her, and Hazel immediately stepped out, practically running from the suffocating tension between them.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he followed her.

They walked in silence for a few moments before stopping in front of a beautifully designed door.

"This will be your room, momma," he announced smoothly.

"Hazel. My name is Hazel," she corrected with an annoyed glare.

Axel scoffed, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips.

"Doesn't it sound weird? Calling you Hazel? It's like I'm calling out my own name. I wonder why everything had to be so similar."

She ignored his teasing and opened the door.

But the moment her eyes landed on the room before her, she froze.

A lump formed in her throat, her vision blurring slightly as an overwhelming wave of emotion hit her.

The room was identical to the one she had left behind in Texas. And Axel had gone past limits to decorate it in exact form the moment he learned about her coming.

"How did you do this?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

The familiarity of the space tugged at something deep inside her. She had mourned the loss of her old room, but now, standing here, she felt a sense of security she hadn't expected.

Axel leaned against the doorway, watching her reaction with calm, observant eyes.

"Would you pay me if I told you?" he mused, his voice smooth.

She scoffed, shaking her head.

"You're unbelievable."

Axel simply smirked and stepped into the room with slow, deliberate strides.

Hazel turned, her heart clenching when her gaze landed on the portrait she cherished the most-perfectly placed, just as it had been in her old room.

She exhaled shakily.

"Thank you, Axel," she breathed, her voice sincere.

A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes before he gave a slight nod.

"Freshen up and come downstairs. I'll have the maids prepare your favorite food."

Her lips parted slightly at his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you," she whispered again, softer this time.

Axel stared at her for a lingering second before turning away, leaving her alone to soak in the familiarity of her new space.

For the first time since arriving, she felt something unexpected-a feeling of home.

Chapter 3.

After freshening up, Hazel opted for the staircase instead of the elevator, even though it felt like climbing a skyscraper. She would rather deal with aching legs than be trapped in that suffocating metal box again.

As she reached the bottom, still trying to catch her breath, she spotted a line of maids carrying trays of food. Her stomach growled in response. She followed them, assuming they were headed toward the dining hall.

The moment she stepped inside, she froze.

Her breath hitched as she took in the grandeur before her-glass walls, gold-accented furniture, and a chandelier that looked like it belonged in a royal palace. Every inch of Axel's home screamed luxury.

"You really need to get a escalator. Hazel muttered, exhaling roughly as she walked in to find Axel already eating.

He raised his gaze to meet hers, but his attention immediately dipped lower-to the sliver of skin peeking between her crop top and distressed shorts. His eyes lingered on her curves, his fingers tightening subtly around his glass before he lifted it to take a slow sip.

"Anything for you, baby gi-"

"Momma!" she cut him off before he could finish, realizing too late that she had reacted on impulse.

Axel smirked. "Pretence would be the end of you, momma. You enjoy hearing me call you that, don't you?"

Hazel rolled her eyes and ignored him, instead focusing on the food before her. She dished herself a portion and dug in, savoring the flavors in silence.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the clinking of cutlery.

Then, her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen and immediately smiled-it was Armstrong.

Axel's eyes flickered at her reaction, his grip tightening around his fork. He hadn't seen that kind of smile from her before, at least not in his presence. His jaw tensed.

"Hello, babe." Armstrong's voice came through the speaker, soft and affectionate.

Hazel giggled slightly and sipped her juice, trying to wash down the bite stuck in her throat. But she suddenly felt conscious, knowing Axel was watching.

"Excuse me," she mumbled, attempting to stand, but Axel's sharp glare pinned her in place.

"Where are you going?" His voice was low, firm-commanding.

Hazel swallowed hard.

"Hello?" Armstrong's voice came again, laced with concern.

"Sit," Axel ordered.

It wasn't a request. It was an order. One she most certainly would comply with.

Hazel knew better than to test him when he used that tone. Years of childhood with him had earned her a vast knowledge about him. Without another word, she sank back into her seat, gripping her phone tightly.

"Hey," she said softly into the phone, trying to sound unaffected.

Axel clenched his jaw at the way she spoke to him-so gentle, so unlike the way she spoke to him.

"What's happening over there? Are you in Washington already? Are you okay?" Armstrong asked.

Hazel exhaled. "You're asking too many questions at once," she teased, trying to ease the tension.

"It's okay, start from anywhere."

"I'm in Washington and I am okay. But I won't be able to see you until tomorrow," she explained, choosing her words carefully. "My dad insists I stay with a close relative."

Axel's eyes darkened at that.

Armstrong inhaled deeply, clearly disappointed, but he didn't argue.

"I'm sorry," Hazel whispered.

"It's okay," he sighed. "We'll have school hours to ourselves."

"Yes, exactly," she smiled, relieved. "I'll call you later tonight, okay?"

"Okay, baby. I love you."

Axel's fork stilled. His fingers curled into a fist.

Hazel hesitated. She knew Armstrong was the jealous type, and if she didn't respond, it would only create problems. But she also knew Axel, and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her.

"I love you too," she said softly before ending the call.

A long, heavy silence followed.

"Who was that?" Axel finally asked, his eyes still on his plate as he took another bite-too casual, too unaffected. But Hazel wasn't fooled.

"It's none of your business," she snapped, pushing her plate away slightly.

Axel's expression remained unreadable, but his voice dropped a dangerous octave.

"I have every right to ask. You're in my house, which makes it my business to watch over you."

Hazel huffed, crossing her arms. "Who else would I be saying 'I love you' to?"

Axel smirked, but there was no humor in it. "Girls are unpredictable these days. For all I know, you could be experimenting with lesbianism."

Hazel nearly choked on her juice. "I'm not a lesbian, Axel. I was talking to my boyfriend."

Axel's grip on his fork tightened. He clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white.

Boyfriend.

That word left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"So you have a boyfriend now?" His tone was unreadable, but Hazel could sense the shift in his mood.

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" She raised a brow, challenging him.

Axel scoffed. "How long have you known him?"

Hazel tilted her head slightly. "Roughly two years."

Axel let out a humorless chuckle. "I hope he's hitting the spot really well."

Hazel glared at him. "Everything isn't about sex, Axel."

Axel smirked. "Then what is it about?"

Hazel clenched her fists. "You're impossible."

Axel leaned back lazily. "Your boyfriend must be a saint," he mused. "Because if I had you, I'd never let you go to sleep without reminding you who you belong to."

Hazel's breath hitched.

She hated how raw he was. But even more, she hated how his words made her stomach twist in ways she didn't understand.

"How many times have you both had sex?" Axel asked, his tone deceptively casual.

Hazel's face burned. "That's none of your business!"

Axel tilted his head. "So... none?"

Hazel's lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Axel stared at her for a long moment before he exhaled, a slow, satisfied smirk creeping onto his face.

"You're a virgin."

His words weren't a question. They were a statement. A discovery.

Hazel's fingers curled around her fork. "So what if I am?"

Axel didn't respond. He just watched her, his mind racing with unspoken thoughts.

For the first time since she arrived, he was grateful her father had placed her under his care.

Because no other man was going to touch her.

Not before he did.

Later that night, Hazel decided to head upstairs to rest.

But as soon as she saw the long stretch of stairs, she groaned. She was already exhausted, and the idea of climbing all that again made her legs feel weak.

Still, she pushed through. Step by step. Until-

A pair of strong arms suddenly scooped her up.

She gasped, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne as Axel carried her effortlessly in his arms.

"Axel." Her voice came out in a strained gasp. She wanted to protest, but her body betrayed her, melting into the warmth of his embrace.

"You're so feeble, momma," he murmured, his voice husky against her ear. "If you can't even handle these stairs, how are you going to handle my cock, huh?

Hazle's heart slammed against her ribs.

And her mind raced.

His cock? How... how huge could it be?"

Axel's arms tightened around her, his fingers brushing the bare skin of her thigh.

Hazel swallowed hard, jolting from her thoughts.

She hated him.

She hated how easily he got under her skin.

But worst of all...

She hated how much she liked it.

How much she desired more.

Chapter 4.

Axel carried her effortlessly to her room, her small frame pressing against his chest, arms wrapped securely around his neck. Her head rested gently over his heartbeat, and for a moment, he let himself enjoy the warmth of her dearing everything far from holy.

When he reached her bed, he placed her down with a care that contradicted the storm raging inside him. He adjusted the duvet over her body, fingers twitching with restraint. Damn! He was doing everything in his power to not rip her clothes off and grope those heavy tits that were pressing hard against his chest some while ago.

He wanted to kiss her forehead. Then trail those kisses downward, tasting every inch of her until he reached the place he shouldn't be thinking about-sweet, tight pink cunt.

But he clenched his fists and forced himself to step back.

"I am not a baby, Axel. Stop treating me like one," she pouted, shifting her head against the pillow until she was comfortable.

His jaw tightened. That pout. That fucking pout. His fist tightened. She will do a freaking good job with those lips wrapped firmly around his cock.

"Go to bed, baby girl. You need to wake up early." His voice came out rough, edged with something he refused to acknowledge.

She nodded sleepily, adjusting the duvet again. He forced himself to turn around and walk away, each step heavier than the last.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, he glanced down at his bulge.

Fuck.

His cock throbbed painfully.

Just the sight of her tiny pout had made him hard.

How the hell was he supposed to keep his hands off her?

But first, there was something more important.

He needed to find out who the motherfucker stalking her was. Because when he did-when he finally had proof-he wouldn't spare him.

The Next Day

Hazel stepped out of her room, neatly dressed and ready for school.

The grand staircase stretched before her, looking more like a mountain than mere steps. She exhaled and took them slowly. Descending was far easier than ascending.

By the time she reached the dining hall, she felt a wave of relief. Axel wasn't there.

Good. That meant she could enjoy a peaceful morning.

She ate quietly, savoring the silence. But just as she stood to leave, a familiar scent filled her nose, wrapping around her senses before she even saw him.

Cologne.

Her stomach flipped, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.

She turned her head slightly and found him walking toward her-sophisticated, composed, effortlessly powerful.

He looked different today.

His hair was styled in loose curls, falling over his forehead in a way that made him look even more dangerously attractive. His eyelashes seemed thicker, his sharp eyes almost glowing, and his skin-God, his skin-had a radiance she couldn't quite explain.

Her heart started to race as he closed the distance between them.

Why did she feel like this every time he was near?

Their gazes locked, the air between them shifting.

Her cheeks burned as his eyes traveled over her, lingering on the curves of her hips, sliding down to her legs.

She felt more exposed under his gaze than anywhere else in her life.

She told herself to look away. But she didn't.

Instead, she stared, drinking him in, memorizing the sharpness of his jaw, the way his shirt clung to his body.

She didn't even realize how lost she was until-

"Your hands will do a lot better than your eyes, little one."

His voice was deep, teasing, edged with amusement.

Hazel's stomach did a ridiculous flip, but she ignored it, rolling her eyes at his words.

"Where are you going, dressed so differently?" she asked, her tone dismissive.

His smirk didn't fade. "You don't think I kill people to make money, do you?"

She crossed her arms. "It's as simple as telling me you're heading to work, right?"

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're running late. I assigned a driver to take you in the new BMW outside." His voice was casual, but his next words made her freeze. "It's always been your dream car since you were a baby, so I decided to get one for you."

Her breath hitched.

She hadn't even told him that.

She'd loved BMWs since she was a child, but her father had never bought one for her-he preferred larger, more imposing cars.

Yet Axel remembered.

What was she supposed to think about that?

Emotion clogged her throat, but she swallowed it back.

"Thank you." Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

But his expression had already shifted back to unreadable. Cold. Distant.

"Get going. This isn't Texas. You'll run late."

And just like that, he walked past her, stepping into his car. Three other cars followed behind him, his usual security detail.

Hazel exhaled.

She'd known him her whole life, and yet, sometimes, she felt like she didn't really know him at all.

*****

Stepping out of the car, Hazel's heart swelled with excitement.

Finally.

The college they had dreamed about for years was no longer just a picture on a screen or an article in a magazine.

Tracy and Armstrong appeared beside her in an instant.

"You took so long," Armstrong murmured, pulling her into a hug.

"I didn't wake up early," she admitted, squeezing him briefly before stepping back. "And I had to eat before leaving the house."

"We're finally here," Tracy whispered, eyes shining.

"We're finally here together," Armstrong added.

Hazel stood at the entrance, her boyfriend's arm around her waist, her best friend beside her.

She should have felt complete.

Armstrong leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She kissed him back, but-

There was no spark.

There never was.

People talked about feeling fireworks when they kissed someone they loved, but Hazel never felt anything.

To her, kissing was just... an act. Nothing more.

"You know what?" Tracy huffed, rolling her eyes. "I think I need to get myself a man!"

Armstrong and Hazel chuckled at her dramatics.

But inside, Hazel felt a strange emptiness she couldn't explain.

***********

The evening dragged on.

Boredom settled into Hazel's bones, and she found herself in the lavish bar of the house.

Her eyes skimmed over the endless rows of bottles before landing on one that looked like juice.

It tasted like juice too-sweet, smooth.

She curled into the couch, turning on her favorite Telemundo show.

Minutes passed.

Then a scene appeared on screen.

A sex scene.

Hazel's fingers clenched around her drink as Will's hands slipped between Rachel's legs, her moans filling the room.

Something tightened inside her.

Her thighs pressed together.

Her mind drifted-unwanted, uninvited-to Axel.

His hands. His fingers. His touch.

Her breath came quicker. What would it feel like to have his hand between her thighs? Just like Will and Rachel?

Heat pooled between her legs, and before she could stop herself, her hand moved to her breast, squeezing softly.

A whimper left her lips. And her head rolled backward.

Then-

"What are you doing, Hazel?"

The deep, rocky voice sent ice through her veins.

Her eyes snapped open.

Axel stood there, watching her.

And the way he was looking at her...

She swallowed, but it was too late.

She had already been caught.

Fuck! Axel's dick was already twitching at the innocent look in her eyes.

He gulped down as he stared at the sexy and round sight of her round breast. He wanted to scream at her and yell at her for being so naughty, but he couldn't even help himself, his voice betrayed him to it. And he desired her graver than the freaking urge to drive a stake to a traitor's heart and rip him open.

He stared down at the position of her hands, her innocent face, the Tv screen then back to drink on the table.

"Fucking goodness momma." Why are you drinking that? He lowered himself to her level, the moment he spot the drink she was drinking, but she only pouted the more.

"What are you doing, give me back my drink." she cried out into a moan, and fuck! his shaft made a quick throb.

"You are drunk, momma. Hold on I will take you to your room." he breathed out softly trying not to stare at her tits. Trying to resist the hold she had on him. But...

"No," Hazel pouted. "I am not drunk, I just want to feel that way." she pointed at Rachel that was panting from the orgasm she had and Axel inhaled slightly.

A muscle in his jaws tightened.

And the urge to bend her over and dick her for straight an hour nagged.

He let out a soft exhale, struggling to hold onto the tiny thread of restrain.

"I am not your boyfriend, little one." He cautioned and made to jerk her up but she made him fall back to her, his face pressing into her heavy tits.

"You were not my boyfriend when you said you were going to fuck my brain back to a reset factory." her voice came out barely above a whisper and it made his dick throb even more.

His eager hands cupped her boobs, mistakenly, and she pressed them harder into her boobs.

Sensation tickled her skin.

"Ummmm...." Hazel let out a soft moan and that was the height of it. It was all it took for him to lose every ounce of restraint.

His breath hitched.

The muscle in his vein tightened, urging him to act.

His hands found her clothes, and he ripped them off her body.

A breathless gasp escaped Hazel's lips as his hands brushed her skin in the process.

Axel's eyes darted and his jaws twitched instinctively at the sight of the heavy round tits that welcomed him.

"Fucking Hell." Axel rasped-running his tongue against his lower lips.

His hand moved closer, cupping them into his palm.

"Goodness momma! These tits are so beautiful."

He didn't give her a chance to reply before lowering his head and wrapping his mouth against her nipples.

Hazel stiffened at the feeling of his hot tongue against her nipple.

Her knees bucked and she sank further in the three-seater.

"Goodness!" She arched. Yelping at the pleasure that kissed her skin.

Her hand tangled against his hair, pulling hard on the stand of his hair-dragging him closer info herself as if he could be any closer.

His tongue ran against her nipples, sucking and bitting gently while savoring her expression.

Hazel's back arched.

"Oh my fucking goodness." she squirmed-whining in the pleasure of his tongue.

Hee pussy throbbed at every suck, desiring more than she could express.

Axel's hand fondled the other boobs. Kneading and sucking on the other.

Goodness! His cock made a gentle throb and he licked against her nipples, groaning at the perkiness.

"Go on baby girl, moan for me." his soft breath caressed her breast and she shuddered, her eyes tightening into a heavy fist.

"Fuck it!" She cried out in pure ecstasy, her body jerking up in pleasure as he rolled his tongue around her nipple.

Her hands fisted against his hair, hard enough like she was going to leave a few small indentations in his head.

Her legs wrapped around his waist while he pushed into her, sucking more and more, his shaft, jerking vigorously in his trouser.

Her body stiffened as his teeth graced her nipple. And something in her stomach tightened.

Axel knew the feeling she was about to have, but he didn't stop, not a bit, instead his hands cupped her breast even more, sucking in more like he had been deprived of breast.

The smell of her Arousal filled him In and heavens....

He wanted to go down to her pussy and lap greedily on her pussy juice. But, he couldn't.

He didn't.

Knowing how she tasted meant owning her forever.

He would never be able to hold himself back from wanting to taste her, from my eating her. From claiming her as his forever.

Hazel's back arched.

Pleasure kissed her skin sending a knot of sensation across her stomach.

She tugged at the chair, trembling underneath him.

"Oh my fucking goodness, Axel. I am going to pee." She cried out helplessly pleasure.

"That's not pee, that squirt, baby girl." he corrected her amidst sucking and she whimpered as her pussy walls tightened really hard, her body jerked in pleasure and her orgasm hit hard at her inner walls.

She let out loud squeals as her body convulsed under the pressure.

"Oh my fucking goodness, Axel." Her cries filled the air.

While her body shook.

Her heart pounded and she gripped the chair, clutching firmly onto it as she squirted all over his stomach trembling from the pleasure that overrode her.

"Excellent, baby girl. Excellent!" Axel remarked, watching her jerk in pleasure.

He got on his feet, staring down at the place she had bathed him.

He let out a satisfactory pur.

"I wish to not wash this baby girl, I wish to just dry it and keep it close to my nose, Just so I can inhale the nice scent of your pussy forever!"

His eye wondered around her helpless quivering body and his cock kicked hard. Wouldn't it be fun to have her writhe underneath him? With his shaft perfectly buried against her hole? This

A letter to his friend. "I am sorry Marco, but this is the beginning of a journey I can not guarantee an end to."