On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 17

Hazel walked into the mansion, ignoring the greetings from the guards and a few maids setting the dining table. Her heart twisted with worry—something bad might have happened to Armstrong. She had called him countless times throughout the day, but there had been no answer.

She took the stairs quickly, her pulse racing, and disappeared into her room.

After a quick shower, she changed into a simple outfit and curled up under her duvet, clutching her phone tightly. The thought of Armstrong’s silence haunted her, filling her with dread. She had gone to school with the intention of apologizing and cutting back on her reckless behavior with Axel—even though she knew that was nearly impossible. But now, Armstrong was unreachable.

Axel had just returned from work. After a shower and a change of clothes, he headed to the dining hall, only to notice Hazel’s untouched plate.

“Where is Hazel?” His deep voice cut through the room, making the older maid supervising dinner bow slightly before responding.

“She hasn’t come downstairs since she got home from school, sir.”

Axel didn’t need further explanation—he knew exactly what was bothering her. She was grieving over her missing boyfriend.

Pushing his chair back, he stood and made his way to her room.

After a couple of unanswered knocks, Axel turned the handle and stepped inside, flipping on the lights.

“Momma.” His voice was softer this time.

Hazel peeked out from under the duvet, her swollen eyes meeting his.

Something inside him twisted. He hated seeing her like this. Still, he kept his expression unreadable, his dominant aura unmoved.

“Come here,” he commanded.

Without hesitation, Hazel pushed the duvet aside and ran into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him as much as she could, pressing her soft body against his rigid one, while his strong hands held her close.

Just feeling his warmth seemed to melt away the pain inside her. The sight of his upper body, barely covered by a white tank top, sent a shiver down her spine. She let herself sink into him, her fingers twitching with the urge to trace the defined muscles beneath his shirt.

Axel ran a hand through her hair, his deep frown still in place. He knew she was in deep trouble—not because of Armstrong, but because she couldn’t resist him no matter how much she tried.

After a long moment, he pulled away and guided her to sit on the bed. Walking over to the mini fridge, he grabbed a drink, poured it into a glass, and handed it to her. His chest heaved slightly, his toned frame flexing against the thin fabric of his tank top.

Hazel swallowed hard before taking the drink. She wasn’t scared of his usual intimidating expression—she had grown used to it. But what puzzled her was his unexpected gentleness.

More than that, she was horrified by how quickly her thoughts had shifted from worrying about Armstrong to ogling Axel’s physique.

“Drink up and stop fucking me with your eyes,” he muttered, his voice laced with amusement.

Hazel’s face flushed instantly, and she quickly gulped down the drink, his teasing words ringing in her ears. She set the glass aside and tucked her legs under the duvet, trying to ignore the way he caught her staring.

Axel took a seat on the edge of her bed, his eyes sharp as he studied her.

“What’s with the recent attitude? What’s been eating you?”

Hazel hesitated. Should she tell him about Armstrong?

She knew Axel hated the idea of her being with someone else. He wouldn’t care—maybe he’d even be pleased.

“Do I need to finger you first before you start talking?”

Her entire body jolted at his crude words, heat rushing between her thighs. Hazel squeezed her legs together instinctively, trying to fight off the unwanted pleasure that spread through her.

Axel smirked knowingly but said nothing.

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