Her House, My Rules

Chapter 2

"Hazel." Her voice was the sweetest candy my ears ever tasted. "You must be Hawk?" Her question reversed my suggestion back to me. My name was more like poison in her petty tone.

"Yes, Indeed." I bit my bottom lip as I stared at her lips, attentively. "Let me just say, Mr. Dean, you have a beautiful..."

"Thank you." She interrupted my incomplete sentence. Her pride was shining on her shoulders. Stealing my words out of my mouth was really attractive. Her body was asking mine out, negatively. She wanted to perish my bad intentions with her own rules.

"House." I corrected her mistake and made her look dumb in her own skin. "A beautiful house," I repeated myself, this time with a serious, petty tone.

Her face was pale. Her eyes were fighting with my ego, silently. Her focus was imperturbable. Pretending that I wasn't handsome was her first mistake, I wanted to steal her bad thoughts and punish her with my lips. Her presence was irresistible. I wanted to just stop staring but her beauty kept pulling me back.

She wanted me, too.

My father used to say that women are really confusing. They can act like you're the worst but are dying inside to make love to you. At that moment, I thought the bedroom was the best place for Hazel and me. She was giving me the look. You know the look you give your food when it's really hot but you're so hungry and you can't wait anymore longer.

Yes, that look! She was ready to feed me and I was ready to swallow.

"Hawk?" Mr. Dean buried my thoughts. "I don't know if you were listening but Hazel offered to give you a house tour." A smile played on Hazel's face.

Let's start with your bedroom, sweetheart.

"Mr. Dean, It's really not necessary. Hazel, thank you for the offer but..."

"I want to." Hazel interrupted. "Hawk." The taste of my name in her mouth was tempting. I wanted her to say Hawk again but her parents were just two nosy birds that wouldn't fly away.

"No, no." I declined. "You can go on with your day. Go get drunk, have sex." I regretted every word as soon as I realized what just came out of my mouth. "I'm so sorry. It was just an expression. It won't happen again. I promise." I apologized to Mr. Dean and his wife.

I'm an Idiot.

"I don't know if my father told you but I'm really not that girl that goes and sleeps with everyone." Her tone was cold as Ice. Her face was full of anger. "Have fun finding things on your own." She walked away as I swallowed my pride aside. "I'm done with this guy." her words faded from a distance as I tried to apologize again to her parents.

My words were sharp and inadequate in her eyes. Forgive me, Hazel. I never had a mother to teach me how to treat a woman. I never had a mother to love me and care for me. I never had a mother to share her weaknesses with me. Women are cheap but expensive to lies. I've learned over the years that women don't care about your feelings.

My own mother never loved me.

What did I do to deserve that? What did I do, mother? I was just a young child but yet, was begging for a little bit of your heart. Why didn't you love me? Why didn't you care for me? Why didn't you want and accept me as your child? You were wrong for hating me and I was right for loving you.
Feelings run deep but I never knew that your empty love could destroy me completely.

I wanted your love, but you never cared to share it with me.

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As I stared at my father's picture, memories captured my heart with a felony of pain. There I was, in an anonymous bedroom. Screaming for your presence. How I wish you could be there with me, Father. How I wish you could remind me how to apologize when I'm wrong.
My pain wasn't fully healed. I felt alone and useless. Sometimes, pain revealed hidden souvenirs. It makes you feel so vulnerable and weak in your own veins.

As I unpacked my clothes, a sudden knock woke me up from my thoughts.

"Have you seen my laptop?" Hazel stated. "I left it on your bed." Her tone was the opposite of nice. Her eyes were judging my presence with disgust.

She hated me. I could tell.

"It's on that little table. Right there." I replied, nicely.

"Thanks." She said, dryly.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what I said." I started. "I didn't mean to offend you or cause trouble. You have every right to hate me. I just didn't know how to..."

"Are you done?" She cut me off, suddenly.

"Please," I begged. "Let me finish."

"There's nothing more to say." Her voice rejected my words. "You've said enough."

"I don't apologize twice." I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me to remind her of my handsome face.

"And I don't give second chances." Her minty breath fan my face as my lips trembled by the closeness of her lips before mine.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" I asked, nervously.

"Die." She replied, firmly. Her word was sharp as a knife. Her tone was as cruel as the devil. Her anger was contagious. I didn't expect that from her. I thought she was a sweet angel but then she opened her mouth. She was worse than my mother.

"I'll grant you that favor." I placed her hand around my neck as I continued. "Do it." Her eyes grew with regrets.

"Do it yourself." Her eyes murdered mine with a strong flirtation.

"I won't have the courage." I placed a tiny hair from her face behind her ear. "You know why?" I moved her even closer towards me as her body language begged for more.

"Why?" She whispered as she swallowed her desire, nervously.

"I would never forgive myself," I whispered. "I just met an angel." I bit her ear with a decent passion. "You." My heart crashed with hunger.

"Let go of me!" She yelled and pushed me away. "Stay away from me. You're trying to manipulate me with your words, your lies. I don't know you but I can see that you're one of them. A bad boy, a hungry ghost, a selfish vampire that's trying to suck on my blood without hesitation. Don't you dare touch me again! You, pervert!" She slammed the door after her as her footsteps faded away from a distance.

Girls! Girls! Girls!

Why didn't she push me away when I grabbed her? Why did she want to know more? You know what I love about girls. They just love attention. They love the chase. They act like they detest when you're flirting with them but they love it.
I didn't mind to keep on chasing her but she was just a stranger. My heart didn't belong to anyone.

Somehow, I loved her innocence but her heart was difficult to swallow.

My rules were about to be stained. My lies were about to be applied. My bad boy's intentions were about to be played. How she slept at night was my first commitment. Does she sleep naked? Does she snore? What kind of underwear does she wear? Is her suave skin warm or cold between her sheets? Does she please herself under the covers?

I was about to read Hazel Brown unknown naked parts as my mystery novel...