Francisco, shaken by the sudden surge of desire and realization of his loss of control, pulled away from Hazel. He ran his hand over his forehead, trying to regain composure and clear his mind. The intensity of his emotions caught him off guard.
'I want to f**k you hard, Hazel.'
The desire that surged within him was overpowering, and he knew he needed to leave before he acted on it.
Jumping to his feet, he instructed,
Francisco
Lock the door, and don't worry. My men will be around your apartment. No one will dare come to you.
Francisco
The police might take time, and I can't risk your safety. I have resources that can work faster. Just lock the door, and my men will keep a watch. No one will dare come near you.
His abrupt movement startled Hazel. She questioned him,
Hazel
But Mr. Francisco, it’s police work. What are you trying to say?
Francisco
Just remember one thing, I do the same thing the way the police do but in a different way.
Francisco's cryptic statement lingered in the air as he left without another glance at Hazel.
The weight of his words hung over Hazel, adding to the tension that had already enveloped her.
As he disappeared from view, Hazel sank onto the sofa, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She pressed her lips together, as if trying to contain the storm within her.
'Are you okay?'
'We were about to exhibit.'
The fear of being discovered loomed large in Hazel's mind.
'Please don’t try to do it, love.'
Hazel's internal plea reflected the desperation to maintain the delicate balance they had crafted.
Hazel pressed her temples, grappling with the intricate web of her feelings.
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