She's Trouble (Markos)

“Aren’t you going to give me your number? “ She asked. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Even as she spoke, the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her pouty lips.

“I’ll find you. “ 

When I went to the coffee shop, the last person I had expected to see there was Hazel. She was as beautiful as she had been all those years ago. The photos I had seen of her on the internet did not do her justice at all. 

Even as she left the car, I fought the urge to ask her to stay and go with me back to my

place. 

Fuck. I still had feelings for her. Even after everything her family had done to me, I didn’t hate her. I knew she was trouble and I should forget her but it was easier said than done. I was a stubborn man who always got what he wanted. 

And I fucking wanted Hazel Thompson to myself. I wanted to seduce her, have her, and then make her feel unworthy of my love. Just like she fucking did to me. In the process, I was going to fuck her out of my system and forget she ever existed. 

I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. I hated the man I was about to call but I needed a favor which was rare for me.  

“Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said.

“Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “

“Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “

“Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “ 

There was silence on the other end of the line. I almost thought the douche had fucking hung up on me. But Rossi was a smart man. He knew better than to disrespect me. 

“Is that how you want to call in your favor? “ 

He had a point. I could need him for something else–something more important–more important. Fuck, Hazel was back in my life for less than thirty minutes and she was already making me act reckless. 

“We’re not friends, Rossi. I don’t want your advice. “

“Fine. “

I hung up before he said anything else and drove out of there thinking about Hazel. Her fiery red hair, her innocent hazel eyes, and her pink pouty lips were more glorious than I remembered. Her face gave the illusion that she was innocent and naive.

However, nothing about her body looked innocent. She was sexy in every way, having curves in all the right places. Memories of her naked beneath me sweating and moaning haunted me during the whole drive back to my hotel. 

Her skin was still as smooth as silk and blemish-free but she was different. I could feel it. I shook my head and tried to push her to the very back of my mind. 

I owned a string of hotels in New York and a gentlemen-only club. If everything went according to plan, I would employ Hazel in one of the hotels, particularly the one I stayed in. Why have a house when you could stay in the penthouse of your own hotel? 

Hazel had just ruined my entire day. I was supposed to go to a business meeting that I was going to have to cancel since I was already late. 

I couldn’t meet anyone when my thoughts were clouded by a woman from my past. Much less one I was so in love with that I would have done anything for. 

When the elevator doors opened into my penthouse, my best friend came into sight. He was dressed in a suit that was similar to mine with his hands in his pockets like he was waiting for me. 

“You didn't go to the meeting. “ 

“Get off my dick, Ivan.” 

I walked past him and went straight to my mini bar to pour myself a drink. He followed after me to give me a lecture. 

“This is one of the best deals we–”

“You seem to forget who you are talking to, Ivan. Watch your mouth before I blow your

fucking brains off. “ 

I was serious and he knew it so he stayed silent but not for long. 

“Look, we need this deal. Carter is going to be angry that you stood him up.”

“That sounds like your problem, Ivan. Don’t just stand there. Get to work and fix it. “

Instead of leaving like any other employee of mine would, he sat down with me and poured himself a drink. He knew he could get away with doing it because he was the closest thing I had to family.

When you grow up an orphan, jumping from foster home to foster home because of your temper, there is no family apart from the one you make. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist? “ 

“Get off my dick, you fucker. “

“You know I’ll find out even if you don’t tell me and you know it. Save me some time. “

He was right. Ivan could find out anything if he wanted. He knew things before they fucking happened and only he knew how.

It was why I hired him in my business. He was that good. 

“I saw Hazel today. “

“Hazel? As in Hazel Thompson, your college sweetheart? “ 

I didn’t answer but my silence was enough to answer. 

“Shit, what did you do? “

“I told her I would find her so I want you to find out where she lives. “

“So you can what? Pull up with flowers? Are you fucking crazy? She and her family ruined you once. They can do it again. That woman is fucking trouble and you fucking know it. “

I downed the last of my whiskey and slammed the glass on the counter. I turned to face him and glared. 

“I fucking pay you to do work for me unconditionally, no questions asked. I don’t pay you to give me unwanted advice. “

Ivan was already used to me so he wasn’t backing down either. He was determined to show me how much of a mistake Hazel was. I fucking knew that. I just couldn’t help it.

I wanted her so much it hurt. It was like she had shown up and reawakened everything I felt for her before. No woman had ever compared to Hazel and no woman would ever compare. 

“I am telling you as a friend. Think about it. You met her just now and she is already having you miss out on a big deal. “

There was nothing more he could say that I already hadn’t said to myself. It was like I was physically incapable of staying away from Hazel.

“Get me Carter’s number. “

I left the mini bar and went straight to my room. Suddenly, I was back in her father’s car being told that I wasn’t good enough for her. With Hazel always came insecurities and I fucking hated it. 

I fucking hated her for it. I hated her and wanted her at the same time. It was confusing but my goal wasn’t. I was going to make her feel exactly how she and her family made me feel all those years ago.

A part of me argued that she had been through enough already but the bitter part of me wanted revenge. The bitter and angry part of me won. 

She didn't know it yet but the sweet Markos she knew was gone and in his place was a cold and calculated motherfucker that had been hardened by life’s unfairness. 

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. 

“Come in, “ I answered, knowing it was probably Ivan. 

Two redheads came in and closed the door. They were both half-naked and sexy but none of them were Hazel. 

“Ivan sent us. He said you need us, “ one of them said as she twirled her hair around her finger. She thought it was sexy but I thought it made her look desperate and pathetic. 

Where the fuck did Ivan get strippers that early in the morning? 

“I don’t need you, “ I said to her. Both girls turned around to leave but I stopped them. “I

said I didn’t want you, not her, “ I said as I pointed at the other woman. 

She was quiet and reserved, just how I liked them.  She walked to me and stood right in front of me. I brought my eyes to hers and spoke. 

“Get on your knees. “