Semua Bab Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Hazel's world didn't go instantly dark when the black silk fabric wrapped around her eyes; instead, it left a faint, dim light that made her keenly aware of every moving shadow. His warm breath grazed the skin of her neck, sending continuous waves of shivers down her spine. This was a sensation she had never felt before—a mix of fear and piercing longing.His large hands were not rushed. With movements full of authority, he explored every curve of Hazel's body like a sculptor recognizing his own masterpiece. When his fingers found Hazel’s wrists and bound them behind her back with a fine piece of cloth, Hazel felt her entire structure melt. ‘Is this what it feels like… to be touched by a man?’Heat spread from her toes to her temples, churning like an unstoppable flow of lava. Not like ants, but like a constant, low-voltage electric current. Hazel writhed, her body tight, tormented by an endless anticipation.Then, suddenly, a pair of warm lips pressed against her neck—not just kissin

Hazel stared at the recorder screen on the table — it had been more than twenty minutes.She should have stopped now, wrapped up the interview, and written a short report for her editor. But for some reason, her finger remained hovering over the stop button. Diego Ronan Blake hadn't given any indication that the session was over, and Hazel's body seemed to refuse to stand up.The man lounged in his chair, his black shirt slightly open at the neck, revealing golden skin and smooth muscle lines that moved with every breath he took. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, the rhythm slow... almost like the beat of Hazel's own heart."Hazel Quinn..." he murmured, his voice heavy and calm, as though emerging from a long silence.He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping gently on the armrest in a regular rhythm."Miss Quinn," he finally said, his tone almost like a murmur, "this is the first time I've met a journalist like you."Hazel lifted her head, slightly confused but still

It had been a week since the interview, yet Hazel still couldn’t get his voice out of her head. Diego Ronan Blake’s calm tone, the way he paused mid-sentence as if he knew exactly when a word needed to be left hanging—it all clung to her mind like traces of perfume that refused to fade.The interview transcript had gone through three major revisions, two minor ones, and one complete… return to the original draft. Hazel knew Diego did it on purpose. Whether it was to test her professionalism, or simply to play a little game to see how far she could hold herself together—Hazel didn’t want to assume, but the thought still made her heartbeat stumble.She wasn’t angry, really. Just tired. Her eyes were puffy, her shoulders stiff, and caffeine had stopped being useful two days ago. Yet still, when she looked at the final page of the article, Hazel couldn’t stop a faint smile from tugging at her lips.The piece felt alive. As if every word carried the soft pulse of a conversation that had be

“What are you doing here?” the man asked, his gaze locked straight onto Hazel’s green eyes after releasing her wrist and freeing her from his hold. The man who had tapped Hazel’s shoulder was the same person who had helped her earlier.“I—I… I just came from the restroom and I couldn’t find my way back to the studio,” Hazel replied, her voice still trembling.“This isn’t a public area. You should return immediately,” he said, his tone flat yet authoritative.Hazel nodded—after all, she truly had wandered here by accident. She remained standing there, looking confused, like a lost child.“Sir… I’m sorry for being so stupid, but I really don’t know where the exit is,” Hazel said, her hands gripping the hem of her dress. The man studied her, assessing, and from his eyes she could tell he saw no sign of deception.“You must not have paid attention to that,” he said, pointing to the bottom of the hallway wall where a glowing arrow and faint lettering showed the direction.Hazel bit her lip

Without turning around, Diego spoke again.“You’re too anxious, too stiff… when actually, you’re quite pretty when you stay quiet.”That comment hit Hazel harder than any before it. Her lips parted, wanting to respond, but not a single word came out.Clutching the folder tightly, Hazel answered—her hands trembling, yet there was still strength in her eyes.“I’m not here to be pretty. I’m here to work.”Diego slowly turned. His smile changed—no warmth in it at all. It was the smile of someone who had just found a new game.“Maybe that’s the problem.”Hazel didn’t understand. She didn’t want to.“I’ll revise the article and send it to you tomorrow afternoon,” she said firmly, then gave a polite bow and turned to leave.“Hazel.”Her steps stopped. Her fingers tightened around the folder until her