Mafia's Possession 2
What should I do
Hazel found herself in yet another lavish room, adorned with opulent furnishings that echoed the grandeur of Francisco's mansion.
The maid, devoid of any expression, opened a closet, revealing an array of dresses.
The maid's response, delivered in a robotic manner, provided little insight.
Hazel scrutinized the maid, her gaze traveling from top to bottom. Something about the maid's demeanor struck her as odd, but before she could delve deeper, the girl handed her a dress.
Maid
That’s none of your business
The maid retorted, attempting to assist Hazel in changing.
Hazel, with an arched brow, stepped back, refusing the maid's help.
Maid
I am helping you to dress
The maid halted, looking at Hazel in silence. After a brief moment, she retraced her steps towards the door. Just before closing it behind her, she left Hazel with a cryptic message
Maid
Please do it quickly. Master doesn’t like to be late.
The girl closed the door, and Hazel took a deep breath, sinking onto the bed. She covered her face with her hands, contemplating her next move.
For a moment, I thought he had figured me out.
Hazel's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. The unsettling feeling of Francisco's inappropriate touch lingered in her thoughts.
I can't work with him anymore.
Hazel hesitated, her mind torn between her discomfort and the necessity of finishing the duties.
With determination, Hazel lowered her hands, clutching the bedsheet tightly. Her expression shifted, revealing a stronger, more resolute version of herself.
He was touching me so weirdly.
Hazel acknowledged the inappropriate behavior but also acknowledged her own strength.
Despite her reservations, Hazel decided she couldn't let this incident deter her. She stood up and walked toward the mirror.
As she moved the nightie's strap from her shoulder, Hazel's gaze fell on the mark Francisco left on her collarbone the previous night.
Under his spell
While looking at her reflection, Hazel decided to pull her hair into a ponytail, a practical choice that emphasized her focus on the task at hand. After a moment, she dressed herself, choosing an outfit that radiated confidence.
Fully dressed and ready to face whatever was awaiting. Hazel assessed herself in the mirror.
I cannot go back until I finish it.
Hazel shifted her gaze with newfound confidence and walked purposefully toward the door.
Hazel observed Francisco from the second floor as he sat down for breakfast. Gathering her confidence, she descended the stairs, determined to address the situation.
Francisco, engrossed in his breakfast, didn't turn his head when he heard Hazel approaching. Instead, he cast a sidelong glance in her direction, acknowledging her presence.
Stopping beside him but maintaining a deliberate distance, Hazel spoke,
Hazel
Sir, thank you for everything. I need to go home now.
Her tone conveyed a hint of irritation.
Francisco continued to eat, showing no immediate response to her words. After finishing one piece of bread, he casually started spreading jelly on another.
He finally said, breaking the silence.
Hazel, however, remained rooted in her place, neither responding nor moving closer.
Francisco lifted his gaze, meeting Hazel's eyes. There was a distinct contrast between their expressions. One set of eyes bore a stern, authoritative demeanor, unafraid of challenging her boss, while the other reflected a stubborn resolve.
Francisco
Won't you come here, or do I need to do something to bring you here?
Francisco mused, lightly touching his chin with his finger as he crossed his legs. His gaze remained fixed on Hazel. Feeling the weight of his stare, Hazel lowered her gaze and, after a moment, finally stepped forward.
However, instead of sitting beside him, she chose a chair a little distance away. Francisco, unspoken sternness in his eyes, pressed his lips and focused on his plate.
A maid approached Hazel and began to serve her, following Francisco's unspoken orders. Despite clearly noticing the subtle signals, Hazel maintained her composure, not revealing her acknowledgment of the situation.
A maid approached Hazel and began to serve her, following Francisco's unspoken orders. Despite clearly noticing the subtle signals, Hazel maintained her composure, not revealing her acknowledgment of the situation.
Francisco's voice broke the silence, prompting Hazel to look at him while she was still chewing her bread. His piercing blue eyes seemed to have an enchanting effect, captivating anyone who fell under his spell.
It is like the ocean
Francisco's lips curled into a small smile, and he began to tap his fingers lightly on the table. His eyes fixed on Hazel, he remarked,
Francisco
You look beautiful in blue.
Hazel, in contrast, swallowed her food and pressed her lips together. It was evident she was growing weary of Francisco's conversation, and her primary desire was to leave the situation.
Hazel
Thank you, sir, but I don't like blue
Francisco inquired, tilting his head with a genuine interest to know more about her preferences.
Hazel
Because I feel like blue is not for me.
Hazel explained, her response indicating a personal aversion to the color.
Francisco took a deep breath, absorbing her words.
Francisco
So, you hate blue?
Hazel nodded in agreement, confirming her dislike for the color.
Francisco, with a hint of amusement, raised his eyebrows slowly and added,
Francisco
So you also hate my eye color.
The remark was delivered with a teasing tone, revealing a playful side to Francisco's demeanor.
Francisco and Hazel locked gazes. Hazel didn't anticipate Francisco's unexpected question about his eyes, and her attempts to explain herself were interrupted as he got up from his chair.
As Francisco approached her and pulled a chair beside her, Hazel felt a surge of nervousness. Despite her attempts to remain composed, the proximity between them heightened the tension. Francisco took a seat close to her, their eyes still locked in an intense exchange.
Francisco
Say about my eyes, Hazel
Francisco demanded, his gaze unwavering.
Hazel blinked her eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She rubbed her earlobe lightly, attempting to defuse the tension with a light smile. This situation was becoming increasingly bothersome for her.
Hazel thought her frustration was evident. Francisco, however, was persistent.
His voice echoed in her ear, accompanied by his warm breath. Startled, she turned to face him once again, meeting his penetrating gaze.
With a deep breath, she began to speak, her words carrying a mixture of discomfort and reluctance.
Hazel began, her voice trailing off.
Their gazes remained locked, a silent exchange between them. Hazel felt the weight of Francisco's proximity and the intoxicating scent that surrounded her.
Hazel
It is like the ocean.
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