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𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐅-chapter 18

She was so soft, so pure, so Hazel.

I'll never have enough of her.

I'll never will be.

I didn't except to arrive to this dinner and meet her, and the fucker of hers.

I'll make sure he won't stay here for long, she's still mine after all.

Even though I fucking left her after taking what I wanted.

I can stand seeing him touching her, where did she fucking found him?

3 years, that I haven't see her face, I haven't see her, haven't touched her, haven't been with her.

I will touch her.

Many more times.

The day isn't over yet.

I'm going downstairs, the smell of my
mother's food is coming from downstairs, I wasn't here since I left.

I couldn't.

I didn't know that Hazel left, I thought she stayed here, moved on with her life.

But she needed a fresh start, and still she comes to family dinners.

Did she come to all the last ones too?

I know I haven't, and I missed her?

And last thanksgiving she were here? With her fucking boyfriend?

Did she fuck him on her bed? In her pure room?

I can't think about it any longer.

The asshole sits in front of Hazel and my mom and Eric are sitting at the beginning of the table, which means I caught the sit next to Hazel.

Good point .

Everyone starts to eat, I fill my plate with the good stuff. I'm starving.

The silence prevails at the table and
my moms starts talking, she has to.

"So Hazel hun, tell us about your new college,"

she suggests and I see Hazel scratches her leg, she does that when she's nervous, I remember.

"It's great, at days I'm studying at later at night I'm working," she says.

She goes to work at night?

Where the hell does she work at?

"At night?" My mom asks as she
read my thoughts.

"I'm working at McLarens pub she announces and I remember that time when Theo told
me about this pub.

But fuck, she works at a pub? Fucking shit.

"Dylan picks me out from work," she says with a smile, proud of that motherfucker that sits in front of us and sending him a smile.

"So Dylan," I start talking, trying to figure out who he is.

"Works hard to support the girl? Or is she supporting you?" I tease, all eyes on me.

"Just interested," I say nervously, with a fake smile.

"I actually don't let her pay, I prefer to save it for her," fucking son of a bitch.

Hazel is silent, playing with the food on her plate, not eating any more of it.

"I'm glad you guys came," Eric opens his mouth and speaks, I ignore him, I hate him.

I try my luck, putting my hand on Hazel's leg, approaching.

I feel her leg, approach her dress, want to get in again.

She moves my hand quietly, of course,
so that her boyfriend will not find out what
she did a quarter of an hour ago
right with me, where my fingers were.

"Tell us a little about the different life from here," my mother pushes her nose everywhere, and she's not silent.
"
It's lovely there, Dylan does a good job of warming me up," she laughs and my mother giggle right after her, Dylan laugh after her.

The show has just begun.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Just like I did 3 years ago?" I tease again.

They fall silent, Hazel looks at Dylan who does not understand what is happening here.

"Or you probably did not tell Dylan that I was the one who grew up with you, and fucked you for the first time,".

As soon as I take the words out of my mouth, Dylan opens his eyes and so do my mother and Eric, Hazel looks at me, the look on her face look betrayed.

"I guess not," I say with a smile, continuing to eat while still staring at me.

"The soup is delicious," I say with a smile, looking at the fucking Dylan get up from the table.

"Excuse me," Hazel says and gets up from the table as well, going after her son of a bitch.