“Who is this?” I replied, extremely confused.  “Is this Hazel?”  “Who is this?” I repeated. “Bye.” The call ended.  ‘Confused’ couldn’t express what I was feeling. Who the hell called someone just to say 'hi' and ‘bye'? I tried calling again but the phone was switched off.  I tried to recall if the voice sounded familiar for a few minutes, but it wasn’t. “It’s probably just a stupid prank call.” I shrugged, refilling the glass of orange juice I had placed on the table at the center of the three large grey sofas, opposite his main leather chairs behind the mahogany table. Taking a gulp of the juice, the door was pushed open at the exact time my phone rang again.  I answered the call grouchily, feelin

~ HAZEL ~ My phone just wouldn't stop ringing from my pants pocket. I tried my absolute best to ignore it and sleep some more, but my brain immediately drove out of sleep after thinking of the possibility of who it could be that was calling.  I tried to reach for my phone, but my movement was restricted by Tristan's arm around me.  The ringing stopped, and I carefully removed his arm from around me, stealthily crawled out of the bed, tiptoed to the bathroom, and shut the door.  It was a private number who had called; I received a new phone call from a private number again which I quickly answered and placed the phone on my ear with shaky hands.  “H-hello?” I said quietly. “Hi, Hazel.” Indy’s voice swam into my ears.  I heaved a sigh of relief with a br

~ HAZEL ~   “Is Tristan still asleep?” I asked Mike, who seemed extremely excited this morning.    “The boss still hasn’t gotten out of his bedroom today, so I can’t be certain.” He replied.   “That’s strange. He has never slept this late before, as far as I remember. I hope my effort doesn’t go to waste.”   “Your effort is really evident. You look way too hot today; I almost got blind when I saw you this morning. Can I have your number, baby?” He said, clearly as a joke.   “My husband will murder you.” I laughed and he only rolled his eyes. “As if.”   “Oh, we'll see.” I smirked then decided to check up on Tristan. I had made breakfast for him and had tried to dress sexy, wearing a very short, red, hip-hugging skirt with a little slit, a crop top that had a knot tied below my breasts to show off an indecent amount of my c

“Uhm… I’ll be leaving now.” I said to my boss, Mrs. Anderson. “Oh, really?” She replied. “Is there any problem?” “No. I just feel a bit sick.” “Okay, darling. Who am I to say no to you? I can handle the affairs of this place on my own, and you can return when you feel better.” She patted my shoulder. I had to stop myself from cringing at her sweetness. She’d have definitely barked at me if I wasn’t married to Tristan. Funny how some people change their attitude towards you because of your new status. I grabbed my purse and left, calling Mike again as a reminder. Shortly after, the car pulled over in front of the bakery and Mike came out of it, turning around to open the door to the passenger seat for me.  I suddenly felt a load of weakness hit me and

“Hazel, Hazel?” Charlotte called, tapping me.  I flinched out of my thoughts, scanning everywhere with my eyes like I was kidnapped into an unfamiliar building till I regained composure after glancing at her.  “Oh, Charlotte. H-Hi.” I smiled.  “You seem to be overthinking since the day I arrived.” She said with her eyes squinted at me, propping her chin between her index finger and thumb.  “Overthinking? What? No way. Pfft.” I waved a hand over my face.  “Hazel…” She squinted her eyes suspiciously and sat beside me on the chair. “Is anything wrong?”