Hazel stood, unsure how to feel as she waited for Lucas Rossi to come see her. Her heart pounded continuously beneath her chest. She had been led to a beautiful lounge room where she was to wait for the devil himself. Hazel fiddled with her fingers as she continued to wait for him, the few minutes past felt like several hours in her anxious state. She begun to admire the intricate objects around her when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind her. Hazel spun on her feet, her heart skipping a beat or two, and without a doubt, Lucas Rossi in his dark suit and bright grey eyes, stared right back at her.The man was truly everything romance writers imagined and more, a perfectly cut jawline, confident, beautiful eyes and he stood over a foot and a half above her. She was nervous, and from the small upward curve of his lips, she could tell, that strangely, he knew he was having an effect on her.He tucked his hands into his pockets, and she fiddled with her fingers. This was
Hazel stormed out of the car livid, she didn't even wait for the driver to come around and open the door for her as he attempted to do so. She gave him a tight lipped smile as she slammed the door shut, it wasn't he who insulted her afterall. She murmured a thanks to him as she turned to make her way into their small apartment. He only nodded curtly with a slight bow of his head before hopping into the car and zooming off. Hazel knocked a few time, leaning against the wall by the door in exhaustion. She wasn't completely well yet and she found herself craving more of the delicious bacon, pancakes and all the other assorted meals Lucas had lined up for her earlier this morning. If she had her way, she might have stolen some and stashed it away in her bag for later. But no, she couldn't sell her dignity for a bit of food. Enjoying such delicious food daily was surely a tempting idea to Hazel, living a life luxury like Lucas did was something she never dreamt of either, she had alw
Lucas RossiLucas Rossi sat like a king on a throne in the comfort of his house office, slowly spinning back and forth on his leather black seat. A laptop sat on the table in front of him, a picture of the heiress he was supposed to be married to was sprawn across it's screen. The headline was of course rash as always. Billionaire CEO, Lucas Rossi allegedly calls off engagement to celebrity heiress, Alva Rogers. He didn't intend to read further than that, he had no idea how that scandal spun anyway. He didn't intend for the news to be disclosed anytime soon at all, he even expected the Rogers would simply keep silent on the matter for the mean time.A knock came on the door, interrupting his thoughts."Come in." He grumbled weakly. The door creaked open, and Luke walked in, looking as handsome as a carved image in his dark suit. "I have got bad news Lucas."Luke was an age old friend of Lucas', a personal advisor among all things at that. His position in Lucas' life was very impor
Lucas Rossi was bluffing, this was all a prank. Hazel thought to herself as she dragged her feet home one evening. She couldn't believe it, she still found herself thinking about the entire incident almost a week after it occured. He said they would be married in two weeks didn't he? He might have to come tow her and tie her to the Church pole whenever he is ready. Which might be never, because she had nether seen nor heard from him in days. Perhaps he had finally forgotten her, left her alone, or realized how worthless she was to him as a servant. Either way, it was good for them both. She never wanted to hear from him again. Street lights burned brightly ahead of her, lighting her way home. The street remained busy with activity, and she found herself hungry as she passed by a barbecue stand, the smell of steak filling her nostrils. The day had been thoroughly hectic, and she painfully hoped that maybe her grandma would have managed to make dinner already without her assista
Lucas Rossi"You aren't drinking anything." Luke commented, watching his friend sit quietly in the club. The loud music resonated all around them, the dim lights reflecting upon their faces and lots of bodies gyrating on the floor below them. They remained seated up at the VIP section, staring down at the full floor, where people were so many it was hard to squeeze through without sharing a bit of sweat in an attempt to get past."How would you make me bring you to the club and yet you refuse to drink?" Luke continued to ask a silent Luca. He did not say a word in return, his grey eyes continued to scan the ground below them. His form tense and rigid, eyes dull and sunken, it was not hard for his friend to see he was truly in unspoken distress."Fine, pour me a glass then." He muttered after a long pause.Luke smiled in cruel satisfaction. Lifting his glass up to his friend, he replied. "That's better. You aren't thinking about the servant again are you?" With squinted eyes he glare
Orange lights flickered above the ceiling of the restaurant where Hazel now worked, casting a yellow glow on the faces of the remaining customers in their small shop. It was already late evening, and through the glass windows you could spot people returning from work and various other destinations of the day’s activities.She sighed heavily as she lifted a tray of food, standing for more than six hours at a stretch had clearly taken a toll on her. She dragged her feet away from the counter with a sigh of exhaustion as she begun to make her way to her next customer, plastering a dull smile on her face yet again. "Here is your order sir." She managed to say, placing it hastily on the counter with a tight lipped smile, not in the slightest bothering to meet his eye as she hurried back behind the counter. Her shift had ended afterall, her feet ached and her back throbbed unbearably. Her limbs felt like they will slack and her whole body give up into exhaustion any moment. Yet she knew sh
Luca Rossi Honey colored eyes. They continued to torment his every thought, haunt his every imagination.Her honey colored eyes never truly left his mind. The way they stared at him with so much anger and confusion. It struck a certain kind of guilt in him, did he really think he would ever be able to get her to marry him in such a way? With her unwilling?Lucas had not stopped thinking of Hazel for the past few weeks. He had neither seen her nor spoken of her since, yet, she had never truly left his mind. She was always lingering somewhere in the back of his mind, from her eyes to her scent, to her... Ah! He slammed a stack of papers down on his office desk. What was the point? He could not focus at all. No one has ever been able to conjure such an effect on Luca. And the aftermath of her defiant rejection burned in him. He was way too confident, too confident in his influence and appearance that he really thought he could get her to agree to marry him, a total stranger. Such arr
She looks exhausted. He watched her, how she lifted her forearm to wipe the traces of sweat on her forehead and swipe a stray strand of her brown hair to the side. Red tee shirt tucked loosely into her dark jeans, she looked frail. Thin, worn out. His heart ached; was this the kind of life losing her job with the Rogers has subjected her to?Working late hours? Luca had never really been a frequent in this side of town, infact, it was his very first time here. It smelled of sauce, street food and crime. He was in a simple dark shirt and dark jeans this time around, hoping not to magnet any attention or troublemakers. He couldn't be seen here. Yet, he was here, for her, for her safety. Whatever it was Luke felt was going to threaten her safety tonight, he needed to be there to make sure it doesn't come remotely close to happening. All the hours that went by in which he spent daydreaming about her, he couldn't truly believe she was right here before his eyes, looking so weak. Could