Her House, My Rules

Chapter 15

Wake up, Hawk. Today might be your lucky day!

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.

Guys have feelings too.

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.

Sex.

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.