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Chapter 20--- The day before

Dedicated to@SamuelNsiah3

Hazel's POV

The house is unusually quiet now. The unforgiving summer sun is blazing hot and I'm sweating already. I changed out of my skirt and top and.... Yeah.
I didn't want to wear anything so tight in this hot sun.
Unfortunately, all my clothes are fitting or not fit enough.

What does that even mean? Girl, spill already.

Okay so yeah, I'm wearing his shirt.
His as in Him.
Him as in Hagel... Prrrt.
I'm so obvious.
I'm not wearing it because of what you're thinking, I'm wearing it because it's big and lose enough.

And its perfect, better than wearing two little tight clothes.
No one is in the house now.
After what happened this morning at breakfast, Hagel stormed out of the house.

Jayden has gone to the office, he left with Bethany. She says she has something to do in town.

Something.
I don't even wanna think about anything now.

The good news is, Fiona left in tears to God knows where.
Hallelujah!
She didn't take her stuffs but I hope she doesn't return, especially after the way she glared at me before leaving.

Sheesh, it sent chills up my spine.

I tried to read but I don't even feel like it so I go  swim a while and then, because I'm so bored, I tour around the house, I tripped and accidentally landed in front of Hagel's house in the gardens.

Bitch...

Okay fine, maybe I went there on purpose, there!.

Damn, I don't know why but I've been having this strong urge to go there.
So here I am.
His front door is not locked.
But I know for a fact that he isn't around, I saw him leave with his gym bag and a few things.

Maybe he needs to make final preparations for the match tomorrow.
And yes... I'm going.
I've made my mind up.

I stepped inside, closing the squeaking door behind me.
I scan around the hall, everything is in place, neatly arranged as always.
That sweet welcoming smell of varieties of flowers fill my nostrils and I inhale sweetly.

My slippers slap the floor as I make my way up his room.

This room has become very special to me ever since that first time I slept in it.
I walk around the room, stopping by the bed side table. As usual, all the drawers are locked except one.

I open it and a smile creeped up my lips as I spotted a magazine.

Another sport magazine?
This guy love sports.
I pull it out and I gasped at it.

This is not a fucken sport magazine, it's Hagel!.
My heart accelerated as I stared at the cover photo.

Wait Hagel was a model before??

He looks a little younger in the photo, and his hair is cut extremely low, unlike the sinfully dark hair he has on now.
And in this picture, he doesn't have his tattoos.
That makes me wonder when and why he decided to get so many tattoos now.

None the less, he looked incredible with or without them... especially with them.

" Holy shit. Fuck the guy is a hot cake. And even hotter now" I say lowly to myself, reading the words on the cover.

Hot cake?

Those packs...fucken six packs and that deep V line makes my mind dive into a lot of nasty stuffs.
Fuck I'm horny just looking at his picture.