On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 16

THE NEXT DAY

Hazel was sitting in the school cafeteria, waiting for Tracy and Armstrong. As expected, they arrived at the very moment she anticipated.

“Good morning, Hazel.” Tracy winked and took a seat. Hazel returned the greeting with a smile, while Armstrong just sat there, not saying a word.

After several seconds, Hazel turned to Armstrong, but he shrugged her off.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” he yelled, and she flinched at the monstrous sight of him.

Hazel felt her heart skip a beat and tried to console herself from the embarrassment he had just given her.

“Don’t you even dare touch me, you cheap whore,” he accused again, and Hazel felt tears burn at the brim of her eyes as everyone turned to stare at them.

Tracy shot Armstrong a dagger glare as she tried hard not to intervene in their couple’s affairs. Hazel stood up and ran out of the cafeteria, with Tracy following suit.

“Hazel,” Tracy called out pitifully until she caught up to her.

She pulled Hazel to a stop, and Hazel managed to catch her breath as she felt her heart clench in pain.

Tracy pulled her into a hug while Hazel cried in her arms.

Tracy had known Hazel all their lives and knew she was a strong lady who didn’t take crap from anyone, least of all Armstrong. But it baffled her that Hazel was running away instead of standing up to him.

As Tracy patted Hazel and consoled her with words, Armstrong walked closer to them. In one swift motion, he pulled Hazel away from Tracy’s arms.

“Why are you being so hostile?” Tracy yelled at him, and he gritted his teeth.

“Stay away from my business, Tracy!”

“Her business is my business,” she yelled in his face. He grinned before shooting her a dagger glare.

He turned to Hazel and grabbed her roughly by the arms.

“Look into my eyes, Hazel. Tell me, do you love me?” His thin voice betrayed his hardened face, and Hazel felt her heart shrink.

She didn’t know what answer to give. Hazel knew she liked Armstrong a lot, but she wasn’t sure if what she felt for him was love. And she wasn’t willing to cause more trouble.

“Answer me,” he shook her violently, and she pulled herself roughly from his grip, her arms turning red from how hard he held her.

“Yes, I love you. I love you!”

“If you love me, leave that house. Let’s go somewhere far away. Let’s leave together.” He held her hands, but she pulled them softly from his.

All the while, Tracy just leaned against the wall, watching the two lovers.

“I’m sorry, Armstrong, but leaving his house doesn’t determine my love for you, and I am not going to step out of his house,” she replied boldly.

He scoffed, swallowing the pain in his heart.

“Is that it? Tell me. Tell me why you do not want to leave his house. Is it because he has been hanging your legs on his shoulders and going balls deep? Are you even a virgin anymore? Has he been popping your cherry?!”

With so much pain, Hazel sent a slap across his face, and his mouth snapped shut.

Hazel knew that if Axel had not been taking things slow with her, she wouldn’t be a virgin anymore. But Armstrong had no right to talk to her like that.

“Get out of that duvet, Momma!”

“Why? What do you think? That I’m going to tremble at that voice again? No, I am not scared of you anymore.” She let out a pain-filled voice, and his heart stiffened.

His face darkened into a hard frown when he noticed the bruise on her skin. Ignoring her childish words, he stared keenly at her bruised hands.

Hazel noticed that he wasn’t paying attention to her rant. She suddenly pulled the duvet over the bruised area, but he shut her down with a dagger stare, making her heart skip at the intensity of their eye contact.

“What happened to your hand, Momma?”

Hazel batted her lashes at the sternness in his voice and replied boldly,

“It’s none of your business.” She blinked away, and he scoffed angrily.

“Are you going to talk, or would you rather have me force it out of you?” His glare was as sharp as daggers, and she gulped down the lump in her throat before speaking up.

“I got into a… fig…fight with my boo. He thinks you’re popping my cherry,” she trembled in fear, and he felt a wave of rage surge through him.

“That motherfucking bastard!” he cursed, gritting his teeth before springing to his feet and storming out, ignoring Hazel’s shaky calls.

He walked into his room and placed a call to Hazel’s driver.

“Get hold of Hazel’s boyfriend. I want him gone before the end of tomorrow.” His cold, hard voice cut through the phone before the caller could even respond. He hung up immediately.

“Nobody lays their filthy hands on my woman. Nobody!”