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Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Chapter 33 RAVEL (FIVE YEARS AGO) Regret consumed me for consenting to Elenor’s idea of taking Hazel on a shopping spree. Although the expenditure wasn’t my concern, I was deeply troubled by the dresses Elenor chose for Hazel. Finally, after much persuasion, Hazel accepted my invitation to spend the weekend at my luxurious penthouse, giving me the rare opportunity to witness her change into her dress for the party. I like the fact that she’s getting along with Elenor. One can only hope that Anne won’t be so difficult, not that her approval means sh it to me anyways. I love Hazel, and I don’t need anyone’s approval on whether or not I can date her. Anne already made Elenor’s love life miserable because she cares about what Anne has to say, and Raymond seems to care too. If only they’ll learn to ignore her, only then will they enjoy their relationship.
Initially, I found it fascinating to observe the skilled makeup artist and stylist I had arranged for, meticulously working on her hair and makeup. However, my excitement quickly turned to shock as Hazel emerged from the dressing room in a shockingly short, backless dress that left me momentarily breathless. With a sigh, I rose from the bed and walked over to Hazel, standing beside her in front of the mirror. My hand gently traced the exposed skin of her back, voicing my concern, “Either you want me as your companion for the party, or you intend to distract me from my work tonight.” Hazel playfully chuckled, interpreting my words as a sign of approval. “I’m guessing you like the dress,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Leaning in to place a tender kiss on her neckline, I inhaled her enchanting fragrance. “I adore everything you wear,” I confessed, “but I wish I could have the exclusive privilege of admiring it.” The mere thought of other men casting their eyes upon her long legs filled me with an unreasonable sense of jealousy. “You drive me crazy, Hazel,” I admitted, struggling to contain my emotions.
Her words filled me with warmth as Hazel replied, “It’s mutual, baby.” She turned to face me, enveloping her hands around my neck and leaned in for a passionate kiss. “You have no idea how crazy you make me feel when I see you in a sharp tuxedo or a dashing three-piece suit,” she admitted with a playful grin. Feeling emboldened, my hands found their place on her backside, and I teased her, “Definitely not as crazy as you drove me when I saw you in this mesmerizing dress.” My left hand traced the length of her outfit seductively. “I might consider letting you leave the house, but only on the condition that you promise not to bend over all night,” I whispered teasingly, reveling in our intimate banter. Her laughter echoed through the room, a melodic sound that had quickly become my favorite. “I believe I can manage that,” she murmured, playfully planting gentle kisses on my lips. “Anything is better than enduring your men hovering around me all night.” Oh, there’s no doubt about it. Raymond will be keeping them company throughout the evening. “Have I mentioned how absolutely breathtaking you look?” I complimented. She nibbled on her lip, batting her eyelashes at me coyly. “I believe you might have overlooked mentioning that,” she teased. However, her attention was momentarily diverted as her phone rang on the bed. “Ah, I believe that’s Eleanor calling. I should have reached there by now.” As I released her from the embrace, I planted another tender kiss on her lips. “Just a friendly reminder, try not to bend over too much, and please avoid getting too drunk,” I said playfully. She responded with a sweet giggle. As she left the room, I settled back onto the bed, picking up my laptop to resume work. Later, while I was in a deep slumber, I managed to hear the faint sound of my ringtone. Blinking away the drowsiness, I Chapter 33 reached for my phone and answered the call. “Yes, Raymond, what is it?” I asked, trying to shake off the sleepiness from my voice. “I believe it’s best for you to come and handle your lady,” he mentioned with a slight lisp, his concern evident. “She seems to be completely inebriated with your sister, and I can’t leave Elenor alone with
these unfamiliar faces.” He directed a sharp command at someone nearby. “Honestly, it’s like dealing with a bunch of hormonal teenagers.” Hormonal teenagers? I groaned inwardly as I glanced at the alarm clock, wincing at the late hour – it was three in the morning! How could she be getting drunk at this time? I quickly grabbed a pair of pants and a hoodie before making my way out of the room. This morning, I entrusted the driving duties to Steven, a security personnel I rarely used, because Raymond was busy ensuring Hazel was kept away from those questionable guys. Frankly, I feared I might end up strangling them if they tried anything funny with her. After a tiresome forty-five-minute drive, I finally arrived at Elenor’s house, and the sheer level of noise emanating from her place made me wonder why her neighbors hadn’t called the cops yet. As I stepped into the apartment, my jaw clenched in surprise at the overwhelming number of males in attendance. Elenor didn’t mention anything about inviting such a large crowd of guys. My eyes caught sight of Raymond on what appeared to be a makeshift stage, reprimanding a lady who was wildly dancing on a table while other men cheered her on. The scene was chaotic, to say the least. Due to the dim light, I wasn’t able to make out the female’s face right until she bent her a ss, the very a ss I specifically told her not to bend over. Can any one explain why my woman is bending her a ss over for men?Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g