The morning view was satisfying. Hazel was on my mind. I was begging my thoughts to stop switching up. I didn't know what to think anymore. I wanted Hazel to be mine and I was ready to be her man. I was ready to make her the happiest woman in the universe. I was ready to live happily ever after.

Replay! It's a joke. I don't believe in forever. It only happens in the movies.

I jumped myself in the shower and burned my teeth with Colgate. What a fresh mint! Last night was terrible. I couldn't sleep at all. I was staring at the clock for the longest. Do you know that feeling when you're ready to go somewhere important, you keep looking at the time and wondering why is the time going so slow? It was me, last night. The time was begging my eyes to stop staring.

As I got myself ready, I flew into the kitchen to prepare my breakfast. No, no, no. Hawk, what are you doing? Why am I here again? Why am I in the kitchen so early? Yes, yes, yes, breakfast for Hazel. My mind was going crazy. I really didn't know what I was doing. I was ready to show my skills. My father taught me how to cook and he did a good job. I was about to make Hazel fall in love with my meal.

I wanted to be Hazel's personal Chef.

Hazel loves waffles.

It wasn't easy to make waffles but I wanted to be extra. I wanted to impress Hazel with something big. I wanted to show her that I could be the man of her dreams. I wanted to show her what a real man can do. I wanted everything to be perfect. Hazel deserved it and I wanted her to say yes on the other hand. I was not wasting my time, now.

Come on.

She wanted real actions so I was willing to show her what I was really about. I wasn't here to play games. Maybe a little. I had a good and a bad side, she was swimming in between. I wasn't proud of that but I didn't want to give her my all. I was afraid of getting hurt. I was afraid that one day, she might not be mine. I was afraid of losing her. I had feelings just like everyone else.

.

Girls really think that a man's heart is made out of steel. Guys don't have feelings, they are all players and only want one thing, according to the girls out there.

Which is true but not all guys are the same. Take me as an example. I'm not a player but I can't say that I'm a good guy. I love sex but I can't say that I can live without it. I'm more like a bad boy with good intentions. I can be bad and good at the same time. I just love the fact that girls only fall in love with bad boys.

I can have all of the girls in the whole world.

Relax.

I only want Hazel Brown.

Waffles, slices of bacon, eggs were my ingredients. They all were perfect in that red flat golden plate, a glass of pure orange juice on the side. I was ready for you, Hazel.

As I climbed up, I headed straight to Hazel's bedroom. I opened the door slowly and locked it behind me. I witnessed Hazel's beauty from afar.

She was still sleeping.

I placed the plate on the little table next to the bed as I kissed her forehead gently. She was the best creation of God. She was the melody of beauty.

My favorite piece of my incomplete puzzle.

My head was already swimming under the covers. I pulled down her underwear with my white teeth as I aroused her with my warm tongue. This time, it was different.

She was my breakfast.

The center of her clitoris was the best bacon I ever tasted. Her wetness was the sweetest orange juice I ever drank. Her whole vagina was more like the poison of life.

As I swirled my tongue around, she jumped by the heat of pleasure between her legs. She grabbed me by the hair as she begged my tongue not to stop.

She was definitely awake.

Her flower tasted fresh. It was delicious. Hazel was my favorite waffle. My tongue was her syrup.

She drove my head side to side. Up and down. She was definitely enjoying the tension of my skills. Her body was saying yes to me in different languages. French, English, Spanish, Portuguese, Chinese, Creole.

Her body was translating the languages to me with her sexual movements.

Her legs kept shaking and shaking, hungrily. She was having an orgasm and I felt happy when she pulled my hair with a sudden touch. I really thought my hair was no longer there. She was rough and I loved it.

I love making you feel good, Hazel.

"Good morning, Waffle." I translated her name with her favorite breakfast. "How was your night? Was I in your dreams?" A smile placed on her face as she begged my eyes to stop staring.

"Good morning." She smiled, embarrassed. "I look terrible right now. Can you leave please?" She covered her face with her pillow.

How dare you, Hazel? You're the most beautiful girl on earth.

"Stop playing with me. You're beautiful." I uncovered her face as I kissed her on the lips. "If you're going to be mine, you have to let that insecurity go." I joked around.

Wait! She didn't tell me her answer yet. I was so positive. I wanted her to say yes already.

"Aww..." she started. "You made me breakfast. How sweet." She said, playfully. "My answer would depend on how good this food is. If it's good, it's a yes for me. If it's not, you need to stop trying."

"I guess we need to figure out our future baby names already." I laughed. "Nelly would be a great name. Don't you think?" She laughed as she headed to the bathroom to clean herself.

Hazel brown was my girlfriend. I knew it for a fact.

I didn't want to be too positive but I had to show her that I was proud of my skills. I was a good chef. My father was the best, although.

Maybe I was trying too hard but I didn't care at that point. I wanted Hazel. I wanted her so bad.

She was the girl of my dreams. I wanted to share my love with her. She was my sweater on a cold night. My AC in the summertime. I didn't want to lose her either way. I wanted her to be there when I'm cold and when I'm hot.

She was my baby. My sweetheart. My Haz. My waffle.

"I'm ready." She exclaimed as she jumped on the bed. "Let's see what you got." She started to eat in peace. Her reaction was giving me obvious clues. Yes, yes, yes, Hawk. You passed.

"I know it's good but I don't want you to choke now ." I teased. "Slow down." She laughed.

Hazel was enjoying my food. She didn't want to stop eating it. Her favorite food was made by her favorite handsome criminal.

Hazel was in love with my skills.

I was loving it.

"It wasn't bad." She laughed as her joke pierced my ears with a positive note. "I didn't like it." She exclaimed. "."

Come on now, say it, Hazel. Say it.

"So? Did I pass?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

Obviously.

I knew the answer. It was obvious but I wanted her to say it. I wanted to scream the answer in the bedroom. I wanted her lips to whisper yes, yes, yes, Hawk. You're mine.

Come on, Hazel. Talk baby. Say it, .

"So it's a yes." She replied, dryly.

"I want you to say it as you mean it." I carried her as I pushed her against the wall. "Say it as if I was making love to you all night," I whispered in her ear as I squeezed her butt, roughly. "You're mine now, and so, is your body.

Hazel was mine, finally.

"It's a yes but..." She paused. "There's something else I want to tell you."

What is it this time? Hazel. What is it?

Please, don't ruin the moment. Please.

"I was with Max last night." Her words melted my positive energy in cold poison and jealousy.

It was too late. She ruined everything.

Hazel was with Max. She was with that imbecile again! She was with !

!

"Hazel!" I yelled in deep jealousy. "You have one fucking second to tell me what the fuck happened last night !!!!" My eyes melted with disgust and anger. My brows disagreed with her presence. My veins melted in hot blood. My hands joined as if I was about to fight in WWE.

!

HAZEL! HAZEL! HAZEL!

"!!!" I yelled as I pushed her away from me with a sudden angry rush.