On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 5

The Next Day

Hazel woke up to the cruel embrace of a sharp headache.

Pain pulsed through her skull, pounding in sync with the heavy weight of last night’s memories crashing down on her. The events replayed vividly, piercing through her mind like shards of glass.

Her chest tightened, a sharp sting blooming deep within her as though a dagger had been lodged into her heart. She could barely breathe. The ache was unbearable, making every second of last night’s events all the more hauntingly clear—etched into her like an inescapable, permanent mark.

Axel.

The way his hands had moved over her skin. The way his tongue had stolen her breath, guiding her into an intoxicating pleasure she had never known.

A shudder crawled up her spine, heat rushing through her body as the memory threatened to consume her again.

Hazel felt cheap.

She had a boyfriend. A good one. Yet, last night, she had shamelessly thrown herself at Axel—and worse, he had denied her at first, yet she had pushed further.

The humiliation burned through her, but what truly unsettled her was the fact that she wasn’t drowning in guilt. She should have felt disgusted with herself, but instead, a dark whisper curled around her thoughts…

She wanted more.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shove the filthy longing away.

Hazel hated that she had cheated on her innocent boyfriend. But she hated herself more for not feeling the kind of guilt that should have come with it. Instead, she was fighting an even darker battle—the craving to feel Axel’s mouth on her again.

No. No.

This was wrong.

She dragged herself out of bed, her body still humming with unshakable awareness. Rushing into the bathroom, she scrubbed herself clean, as if washing away last night’s sins. But nothing—not the scalding water, not the frantic rub of soap against her skin—could erase the fire Axel had ignited.

Minutes later, she dressed swiftly, throwing on a modest outfit before heading to the door. But just as she reached for the handle, her breath caught.

Axel.

He was walking toward her room.

Panic surged through her. Hazel’s heart pounded as she backed away, pressing her spine against the door as if that alone could keep him out. Her breaths came in shallow gasps.

A knock.

She bit her lip, willing herself to stay silent.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of retreating footsteps told her he had left. Only then did she let out a shaky exhale.

She waited a few minutes before slipping out, her steps hurried. She couldn't let him see her. No. Statement reframed. She couldn't afford to see him. She would crave more and more until she was nothing but a needy little cheating thing.

Skipping breakfast, she rushed through the exit, sliding into her car just before Axel could come downstairs.

At School

The day dragged painfully, her thoughts held captive by a single tormenting memory—

Axel.

His hands. His mouth.

She could still feel them. She didn't know which was bad. The feeling of guilt that refused to come, or the unspeakable desire and yearning for more of whatever Axel had to offer.

Disgust warred with pleasure. Hazel had tried to drown the thoughts with classwork, but nothing worked. She kept wondering what else Axel’s hands and tongue were capable of.

It was maddening.

She was supposed to be riddled with guilt. So why wasn’t she? Why was she desiring him instead? The thought of it sickened her guts.

A soft voice snapped her out of her trance.

“Are you okay?”

Hazel blinked, turning to Tracy, whose eyes studied her with concern.

She forced a smile—fake, but convincing enough.

“I’m perfectly fine.”

Tracy wasn’t buying it.

“Are you sure?” she pressed.

Hazel hesitated. A part of her wanted to confess everything. But she couldn’t. Not when Tracy had always warned her about Axel.

So she swallowed the truth and smiled again, this time with a little more effort.

“I’m fine.”

Tracy eyed her for some seconds but let it go.

Just as she was about to speak again, Hazel cut her off, knowing exactly where the conversation would go.

“We should check out a few clubs tonight. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Tracy blinked, stunned.

“Who are you and what have you done with Hazel?” she teased. “Since when do you want to go clubbing?”

Hazel rolled her eyes. “Since today.”

She needed distraction. Needed something strong—vodka, tequila, anything—to erase Axel from her mind.

Tracy shot her a suspicious glare, struggling to buy the reason.

“Look here.” Hazel mused.

“I have never had a problem with the club, just that I have a father who thinks I am every man’s dream lady before I walk around with equipment heavier than some twenty-21-year-old lady and…” her words rolled into the air as she slumped into the table uncertain of how to go on with the words.

“Oh my God! We have to celebrate!” Tracy practically screamed, drawing the attention of half the library.

Hazel let out a genuine chuckle for the first time that day.

“Lower your voice, you lunatic.”

Tracy grinned mischievously. Indeed, Hazel was right to her.

“Wait—what about Axel? Won’t he get mad if he finds out?”

Hazel exhaled sharply. With Tracy around she can never seem to run away from Axel. Not with his name flying across her lips at every second. “Forget about him, Tracy. He doesn’t own me.”

He can never find out.

Tracy spared her a genuine smile, giggling at Hazel’s new improvement.

Later That Night

Hazel, Tracy, and Armstrong had gone shopping for new outfits before heading to the club.

When they walked in, all eyes were on Hazel.

She was a vision—pure temptation wrapped in sinful fabric.

Her black leather mini skirt hugged her hips, exposing just enough of her thighs to entice. Her white crop top, oversized and effortlessly sexy, was adorned with bold, sultry words:

‘Suck me.’

She led the way, her confidence radiating. The sway of her hips was enough to steal every gaze in the room.

Armstrong’s hand rested lightly on her waist.

They made their way to the bar.

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