As soon as I closed the door behind me, Jack drove away. I wanted him to stay a little to help me with our bags but he had a date with his imaginary girlfriend. I was still weak and so was Hazel. I bought this house a few weeks ago, it was supposed to be a surprise but I lost my Hazel for good. The Hazel I once knew was dead and she was far from my future. Hazel was swimming under the devil's pool. Darkness was her best friend.

Hazel loved the house. She was admiring every single detail, decoration, design inside the house. That was her dream house. The house was huge. I was glad that Jack hired people to take good care of the house. It was really clean and the smell was satisfying. New pieces of furniture, new table, new windows. It was really perfect. I was glad to see a smile on her sexy face. It felt good to see her happy.

But for how long?

"This house is beautiful and perfect." Hazel started. calmly. "Where's my room?" Her question amused me. She really thought that I was going to sleep alone. That was a silly joke.

"Did you mean our bedroom?" I corrected her with my own words. "The master bedroom is upstairs. Come on, follow me." Her feet disagreed with my decision. "Don't you want to see it?" I chuckled and tried to control myself. My energy was out of sight.

"Are you playing or what?" Hazel faked a laugh. "We're not going to share the same bedroom. That wasn't our deal." I sat on the stairs, listening to her nonsense. "I need my privacy."

"Privacy?" I chuckled, amusingly. "I can describe every detail of your naked parts in a heartbeat, Hazel." She rolled her eyes, annoyingly. "Do you want to try me?" I teased her. "Your birthmark is under your perfect boobs." I pushed a smile. "I'm not even going to start with your pink vagina because if I do, I'm going to break you and I don't want to do that." I gave her a serious warning.

"You have to keep your words and follow the deal." She replied, ignoring the facts. "Promise me."

"You know it's really funny," I said, gently. "When I used to live at your house, I was the one with the rules and now you're following my steps. Isn't it crazy?" I stood up and climbed the stairs as she followed.

"I have a question." Her voice was pale as seawater. "What was our favorite thing?" Her beautiful voice was tempting my thoughts with dirty imaginations. I was craving this girl so badly.

"We used to shower together." I introduced a lie to her face. "You used to make me breakfast every morning, that was your favorite thing." I pretended to be sad. "Now, I'm going to starve every morning because I can't cook." My lies were comfortable in my mouth. I was enjoying it on the low.

"I can still cook for you but..." She paused. "You need to promise me that you're going to keep our deal." Her words threatened my mind. "If we share the same room, you have to keep your hands to yourself."

"Fine, I'll try." I agreed. "But I can't promise you."

"Then, we won't keep the baby." She proved her point. "Fair and simple."

"I promise I'll keep the deal if you take good care of my baby." We entered the bedroom. "This is our bedroom." I gestured as she contemplated it from a small distance. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." She admitted, truthfully. "Are you famous? Are you rich?" Her questions caught my attention. I was still the same Hawk. I didn't want to act differently just because I was rich. I wanted to be normal but at the same time, I wanted her to know the truth.

"Something like that." I opened the curtains. The view from the outside was perfect and splendid. "You should rest."

"I'm not tired." She refused in her own words. "I can take care of my own self. Thank you." Her tone was harsh and firm. "You should leave me alone and worry about yourself. I don't need a babysitter." Her eyebrows disagreed with my advice.

"Let me make something very clear" I walked towards her slowly as she begged her feet to move backward. "Listen, beautiful." I grabbed her chin and whispered in her right ear softly. "I'll give you the world, I'll cherish you until my last breath, I'll give you my heart to break all over again but what I'm not going to accept is the disrespect in your attitude and your voice. Treat me with respect, that's how I like it." I made myself clear. "Did I make myself clear?"

"Stop treating me like your girlfriend." She rose her attitude. "I'm sick and tired of you. Stop telling me what to do with my life. I don't know you." I pushed her against the bed as I grabbed her by the neck with a rough touch.

"Did I make myself clear?" I repeated. "Yes or no?" She begged for a little bit of air.

"Y--Y--Yes..." Her words struggled in her mouth. "Yes, yes." I let go of her.

"Perfect," I stared at her. I really didn't want to touch her. I just wanted her to remember me already. It felt like I was dealing with someone else. I was impatient. "Now, go to bed."

"Is that how you treat a woman?" Her tone was higher than I expected. Was she loud? Oh yes, she was screaming at me. "Did you treat me like this? Do you really think I'm your object?" Tears fell down her face as she begged for my full attention.

"Please, just go to sleep," I said, gently. "I'm begging you, just go to sleep," I repeated myself but she wasn't having it. She was adding more gasoline to the fire.

"I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant!" She cried. "I have a baby inside me and that's how you're going to treat me. What's the point of keeping a baby if you're going to destroy her happiness? I should've chosen the other guy instead of you. You're so aggressive. mean and selfish." Her words hit deep inside me. I couldn't take it anymore. She was breaking me even more. "What did I ever do to you? Did I cheat on you or something? What did I do? Answer the question!" She tested my patience.

"Stop raising your voice at me!" I yelled back. "Just... Go to sleep and stop asking stupid questions!" I was on my way to the door and she stopped me from leaving.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked, angrily. "What's your problem?"

"Do you want to know my problem?" I turned towards her. "My problem is that I fell in love with a ghost that's probably never coming back to life. Do you know how hard it's going to be to control myself every night when you're sleeping next to me? Do you? My lips are craving yours so badly and I can't even touch you. I want to make love to the woman of my life right now and I have to keep my hands to myself every single day. Is that fair? I want my Hazel back. I want to feel her presence again, I want to hear her silly laugh, her perfect little moans, her petty self. I want to hear again."My broken voice was full of silent tears. "You know what, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for choking you, I'm sorry for breaking the deal, I'm sorry for scaring you so much. I'm sorry Hazel. I'm not aggressive or mean. I just can't accept reality. From now on, I'll respect your limits. You can have your own room when you can prove that you're going to protect our baby but for now, you're going to sleep in the same room as me." I made my point.

"Am I supposed to force myself to remember you?" Hazel stated. "I'm sorry but I don't feel anything for you and I can't pretend to love you back neither. Someone else will love you but I don't think is me." She admitted, cruelly. "I'm not your Hazel."

I was speechless. Her words were secretly breaking me down. "Please, go to sleep." I tried to hide the silent tears that were falling down upon my face slowly. "I'll be downstairs if you need something." I closed the door after me and began to descend the stairs one by one with heavy weakness.

Did I like you the wrong way, Hazel? Did I make you fall for me the imperfect way? Was I falling too hard? Didn't I fight enough for your love? What did I do wrong, my love? Maybe I can fix it. Maybe I can make you remember me. Maybe there's a way. Please, tell me.

The temperature of my heart was as warm as fire. The flame was burning my soul slowly. I wanted Hazel to come back to life and remember me. Our memories were still buried under her dark tomb. My love was rejected by her presence. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know how to make her fall for me all over again. It was hard to stop thinking about her. Hazel was the only thing that was important to me and I didn't want to lose her. I wanted to protect her and learn how to push my needs to the side.

Hazel is the love of my life.

"Hey, wake up." Hazel woke me up from my sleep. I was already sleeping on the couch, comfortable and all. "I'm hungry." My lazy eyes flashed her perfect body, unexpectedly. She was only wearing a pink bra and underwear.

A few hours ago, I was convincing myself that I needed to push my needs to the side but how can I stick to my decision when her sexy body is looking like a snack? How can I keep my hands to myself when she's turning me on, on purpose. How can I?

"What time is it?" I sat up, gently. "And why are you looking like that?" My question shook her conscience, amusingly. "Are you trying to kill me with your sexiness?" My electric bomb penis begged for mercy, silently. I didn't know what I was saying. I forgot that we got into an argument a few decades ago. I lost my mind. My words were out of control.

"It's already ten." She faked a smile as she tried to rush me into the kitchen. "Come on, get up." She pulled my arm as I gave in and followed her.

"Do you have to look that good?" I bit my upper lip. "I swear, you're doing that on purpose." My sentence translated the exact feeling at that moment. I was starting to get horny and It wasn't good.

Her body was on my mind. Her kitty cat was dancing in the shadow of my unmanageable penis.

"Can you stop with your flirtations?" Her petty tone introduced her new self. "You need to keep your eyes to yourself. What are we eating?"

.

"It's up to you." I examined her body from head to toe, hungrily. "I already know what I'm eating tonight." I thought of my warm tongue between her legs. Her delicious wetness atop of my tongue.

"What?" She asked, urgently. "What are you eating?" Her question was clear, simple but difficult to answer.

"Uh?" I came back to my senses. "I... Uh... I'm... I'm eating wings." I thought of something quickly. "Yup, wings."

Do we even have wings? Aw, man!

"Are you sure?" She opened the fridge. "I want to eat something else."

"Can I eat you?" Oh crap! Did I just say that out loud? Oh my Gosh!

"What was that?" O' Thank God she didn't hear me. "Of course, you cannot eat me." I thought wrong. She did hear me after all.

"Did I say that?" I played the victim. "Silly joke! Huh?" I tried to play it off.

"I guess, I'll just eat cereal." She finally decided. "I'm indecisive." She closed the fridge as she opened the cabinets one by one.

"Let me help you." She was on her perfect toes, with the heel of her feet lifted off the ground. I placed my left hand on her flat stomach as my right pretended to reach up there. I really wasn't trying to help. I was trying to find a way to spread her legs wide open and let my tongue do its job.

"You're too close." She whispered under her breath as she tried to get away from me.

"Not close enough." I leaned in closer as I flipped her in my direction and carried her with my last energy. Her naked butt was laying on the cold kitchen countertop and her dangerous boobs were flirting with my devil eyes, savagely. I placed her legs on the tip of my shoulders and cursed the underwear in between.