Chapter 5 A New Home

Hunter's POV

The gate's car type recognition system beeped, allowing the gate to open manually while I drove in. The drive to Hazel's place had lasted for about forty minutes; all thanks to how fast my car was. It would've probably taken an hour.

His house was situated at Henderson estate, south of Nevada. The area was indeed great, with houses that seemed like Five Star resorts with beautiful gardens, thatched hut, swimming pools, water fountains and the rest.

I drove into his aboard, surrounded by wonderful ornamental vegetation that were trimmed into different and yet beautiful shapes that led to the house. In front of the house was a water fountain, adding a touch of elegance to the outdoor space.

" I'm sure you're going to love the house", my mother in-law, Mrs Mcman said when she had driven me to the house the day before yesterday, " Hazel is usually very well reserved and likes to keep his things orderly", she said, inputting the house code and ushering me in. I couldn't help but wonder if she was just talking or trying to leave an impression about her son because the latter was seriously not working; not with how he had treated me thus far.

The water fountain added its gentle cascade, creating a soothing ambiance, but the building in Shakespeare's words " needeth art thou, no extra supplement, cause thence thou shineth brightly all on thy own". The glass building was standing proudly amidst the green landscape, a pure beacon of modern architecture and innovation. Its facade, entirely enveloped in sleek transparent glass panels, reflected the sunlight which had already gone halfway on its journey to the west.

I inputted the passcode exactly as Mrs Mcman had told to - 1,9,9,7,0,7,2,3- and the door opened. I opened the door wide ajar, expecting him to come out of nowhere asking who had broken into his house. I gently dragged one of my boxes into the sitting room, the white tiled floor leading the way to the cozy living room with blue couches, and there he was, taking a cat nap on the couch directly opposite to the television, on his briefs. His stomach rose and fell in tide with his breath, his abs disappearing with the rise and appearing again with the fall. His lips were slightly open as he drooled from the right side of his mouth, creating a small ocean of smelly saliva. His chest hair was standing erect, probably as a result of the cozy feeling in the room, and it threaded down, all the way from his chest, down to his stomach, and into his briefs.

I went back outside and had a few trips bringing my stuff in, and each time I brought them to the living room his sight subconsciously got me irritated.

I brought in the last box - it was less heavy compared to the others. I stood in front of him, both hands on my small hips like a model about to be photoshopped, staring at him and feeling the urge to throw something heavy at him or at least strangle him.

He snickered, tilted his head from side to side while fumbling his face with his hands like a baby wrestling in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and jerked backwards in shock upon seeing me. He looked behind me, noticing my luggage before looking down on himself, taking note of the fact that he was on his underwear.

" What the hell are you doing here?" he said, sitting up and placing his elbows on his knees in a bit to demurely cover up his libido.

" You know, I'm beginning to wonder if the characters in your vocabulary only contains about ten words, out of which your favorite is ' hell' ", I helped myself to a seat; he was never going to offer me one, and folded my arms.

" I thought you left?"

" Oh yes, and you were kind enough to not even ask of my whereabouts".

" And why the hell should I?"

" Because we're supposingly married dumbass! and I'm starting to find it hard to imprint that into that substandard jelly you call a brain", I was starting to get angry and my breath was picking up.

What was I even expecting? That he would cuddle me up and apologize? The skies would have to fall to the ground before he will attempt doing that, and that was just the person he was, a condescending asshole. He turned into that after that night.

My father had organized a slumber party for me and I had invited the kids in the neighborhood together with some friends at school.

Hazel was also invited.

The night was great and there was an abundance of sweet snacks, pizza, games and movies. Sophie and Edward, my school friends, also took it to another level when they started kissing, igniting the sexual child in us and making all of us go wild.

Dad had left the house for a business trip and Ma Erica was locked up in the penthouse so we had the leverage to do as we pleased. We opened the penthouse the next morning, swearing our eyes out that we didn't know who had locked her up.

Everything was moving quite smoothly until I woke up at about 1:00 AM to a cold feeling in my pants. I thought that someone was playing a prank especially since we were all sleeping in the living room, two people in one sleeping mat, but instead, my sleeping mate, Hazel, was carefreely bed wetting.

The urine expanded from in-between his thighs to the whole mat, just the way petrol draws. I knew he would feel embarrassed so I didn't consider waking him at first, but with the possibility of everyone knowing by the time we wake up the next morning and having the news plastered on the school bulletin for weeks, I decided to wake him up.

" Oh shit", he said as soon as he realized what he had done, " I'm sorry, I must've drank too much", and seriously we all did. We even raided my dad's whiskey bar and made away with most of his precious drinks, especially his ' Remy Martin' which earned me a decrease in my allowance for months.

" No problem, it's just an accident", I said, getting up from the mat and keeping my distance. I was trying to be kind, but definitely not to the extent of drinking his urine, " just go to the restroom and wash up, I'll get you some change of clothes".

He headed to the restroom while I quietly replaced our sleeping mat and made use of my perfume to eradicate the odor before going to my room to clean myself up.

" You're not going to sleep in there, are you?" I asked as I knocked on the door of the restroom. I had given him some of my unused oversized clothes considering that he was older and more built than I was, and for about fifteen minutes he was still there doing God knows what.

" I'll be right out in a sec", he said and I sensed a feeling of shame.

He came out of the restroom looking like a child that had committed a hideous crime; either damaged the television or broken a plate.

" What's up with the look? Brush it off, there's nothing there", I said, trying to lighten the mood although knowing fully well that there was everything there.

He fidgeted a little, trying to say something but finding it hard to, " um...........can we um.....................can we...............we, you know......".

" Keep this between us?" I completed the sentence for him.

He nodded.

" No problem, I will".

He got up and approached me, and violently grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to himself, leaving me speechless. He held my jaw, bringing my father to his, our noses brushing against each other, his breath on my face, sending a disgustingly pleasing warmth. His eyes searched mine, looking for something I couldn't comprehend.

" Is this what you want?"