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THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS You're Not
HAZELKat eats like she’s performing for an audience, every bite louder, slower, exaggerated, like she wants me to flinch. I don’t. I stay right where I am, arms crossed, face blank.But the truth is, it burns. Everything about her burns, the way she moves, the way she smirks, the way she acts like she knows Axel better than I ever could.She swallows and wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb. "You really think you’re different, huh?” she says, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “You think you’ve got something I don’t? That you matter to him?”I breathe in slowly through my nose because if I open my mouth, I might just lose it.Kat leans forward. “You’re just another broken toy, Hazel. The only reason he’s keeping you around is because he likes watching you fall apart. It entertains him.”I laugh. I actually laugh, but there’s no humor in it; it’s short and bitter. “And you think you’re better because you get to serve him drinks and warm his bed when he’s bored?”Her eyes
THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS Hungry
HAZELWhile I’m fighting with my inner self, Axel suddenly just stops laughing, just as quickly as he started. His laugh dies in his throat, and his face slips right back into place.It strikes me how easily he could do that. How easily he could switch from one person to another. As if the laughter, the laugh act, was just another manipulation. Another way to put me off balance.His eyes find mine, colder this time.“So, you done?” he asks.I don’t answer. I’m too stunned, too confused by his shift… by myself. I feel so stupid. For some reason, I was thinking he could be human, I guess.“Yeah, I’m done,” I finally say. “Can we get out of here now?”He’s quiet for a moment before he says, “No.”“Why?” I ask. “You didn’t seriously just come here to drink whiskey, did you? This whiskey is back at your house."" I have some business to get to.”“Then why bring me here if you knew you had something to do?” I snap.“Because you broke the rules,” he says, standing up and coming toward me. “Y
THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS Black Soul
HAZELMy breath catches.For a second, I think I’m seeing things.Because down there, through the haze of lights and movement, I see him.... Hariss.He’s standing near the edge of the floor, not laughing, not even really moving. Just… there. One hand holding a drink he’s barely touched, eyes distant, his shoulders heavier than I’ve ever seen them. He looks like someone who hasn’t slept in days. Like someone who’s lost something and doesn’t know how to find it again.My fingers tremble against the glass. I lean closer, trying to be sure it’s really him. It has to be..... I’d know that posture anywhere. That quiet stillness, that soft curve of his jaw.But he doesn’t see me. He can’t. The glass between us reflects only what’s behind me, the dim, private room Axel chose for us, set back and elevated, impossible for anyone below to see in.Still, something in Haris’s face makes me feel like he senses me. His gaze lifts to the glass, not quite towards me, but close....close enough that for
THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS It Can't Be
HAZELFine.I lift my chin, ignoring the burn in my chest, and start following him as he follows her.Kat leads us up a narrow staircase, hips swaying with every step like she knows he’s watching. Maybe he is. I don’t dare look at his face to confirm it. I don't care if he is watching.The music changes up here—it’s lower, heavier, a slow, deliberate rhythm that vibrates through the walls. The air smells different, too. Money. Perfume. Lust. The lights dim even more, just enough to see gold against black, and bodies pressed too close to be polite. There are booths shaped like half-moons, tables filled with champagne bottles and smoke, and people who look like they haven’t worked a single day in their lives.We reach the top floor, where the air changes. It’s quieter here, more exclusive. No one enters this area unless they have a name, power, or both. The walls are darker, lined with tinted glass that reflects the golden shimmer of the chandeliers. You can still hear the faint thump o
THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS Outfit Choice
HAZELI choke on my breath. He leans back, unbothered.“I wouldn’t have let you,” I grit out.And now we’re just staring at each other, eyes locked, unflinching, like neither of us is willing to look away first.“Really? Because I feel like you're lying to me,” he says, voice low, deliberate. Then he leans back, his smirk sliding into place. “Because I remember you grinding on me. I remember how hard you kissed me back. And I remember the lust in your eyes, the hunger....how much you wanted me.”I swallow, but I don’t look away. “That wasn’t for you.”His jaw tenses.“I was thinking about somebody else,” I finish, quietly but firmly.That gets him. He looks away first.I guess I win this round.The silence stretches between us as the car glides forward through the city. Then, suddenly, he breaks it.“I can have any woman I want,” he says casually, almost to himself. “And I mean any woman I want.”Before I can even respond, the car slows. I glance outside and see flashing lights, peopl
THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS Where
HAZELAxel nods once, his jaw tightening. “Okay. That’s how you want to do this?”I shrug, feigning innocence. “I don’t know What you mean.”He moves toward me, quick, silent, and my breath catches. He’s never hurt me, not physically, not once, but I’ve only been here three months. I don’t really know him. Not what he’s capable of. Not what he hides behind that calm, composed exterior.Still, I keep my chin up, that what-are-you-gonna-do look painted on my face.When he reaches the bed, he says softly,“Have it your way.”And before I can react, he’s grabbing me.I squeal, struggling as he pulls me off the bed. “Hey! Put me down!”He doesn’t. He lifts me effortlessly, tossing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.I kick. I hit. I even try to bite, but it’s like fighting a machine. He locks one arm around my legs so I can’t move. Then we’re out of the room. Down the stairs.He doesn’t walk down....he skips steps, long strides, and my stomach flips with each bounce. My hair is eve
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