The Game Of Love (#1)

Chapter-7 Welcome To My World...

Hazel was too distracted by her weird encounter with Mr. Asshole to work. So after she finished the first batch of deliveries she asked Barney to take the rest of the day off citing that she felt sick. Since she barely has ever taken leave before, he agreed to it, and thanking him, Hazel quickly headed back home.

"You are early," Madison commented as soon as she walked in and flopped down on the couch, her mind reeling. "Are you alright sweetie, you look pale?" Her best friend inquired, throwing her a bottle of ice-cold water. Hazel gurgled down the entire bottle and then shook her head.

"You won't believe what happened, Maddy," She muttered, her eyes wide, and then quickly launched into her story. Madison's eyes widened in surprise as well but somehow she seemed more on the positive side surprised compared to Hazel.

"Ah...Hazel, I am so jealous of you," Madison chuckled. "First Mr. Hotshot lover and now Mr. Orgasm...way to go girl!" Hazel cringed at her endearment for Damien. She scowled at Madison who looked like nothing has happened. She was too relaxed and that was not the reaction Hazel was expecting at all.

"Aren't you worried for me?" She demanded and Madison rolled her eyes at her.

"Why the f**k would I be worried for you?" She said. "Babe, Damien Hamilton has a proposal for you. Do you even know who he is? He is known as the God of the business world, the most sought-after bachelor in probably the entire States, and...and he is so rich that he can buy a hundred luxury apartments on the Upper Side by just waving his hand. What more do you need?"

"You know how he is," Hazel grumbled and Madison threw her hands over her shoulders, squeezing it.

"Yes, he is a bastard. All rich men are. Hell, all men in general are," She assured. "If he can take the pain to trace you out, it means he wants you. Damien Hamilton wants you when he can easily get any bloody girl out there his eyes fancies. You are no less than blessed. Don't take too much stress. Just hear him out on what he has to offer. You can always say no. But do you really want to miss out on the chance of being with the most mouth-watering and rich guy in the city who also holds the power to give you three orgasms in one night?"

"Will you stop with the orgasm, Jesus!" Hazel cried out and Madison shrugged, grinning at her.

"Just saying. It's important," She winked. "Aren't you even the slightest bit curious about what he has to offer?" Hazel stared at Madison's green eyes and sighed.

"Of course I am but I am also wary," She confessed. "I mean what if he liked to cuff and whip girls like me? All those creepy stuff?" 

"b**m you mean. You will be the last person he would be coming to for that. There are trained women available who know what he exactly wants. Why would he want to waste his time on training you? Stop watching fifty-shades of grey, Hazel. Not everyone out there is Christian Gray,"

"Well, you do make sense," Hazel muttered but no matter how hard she tried, she cannot just come up with a reason as to what Damien Hamilton wants with her.

"Let's pull some tarot cards for you and see if we can find the answers," Madison said enthusiastically before Hazel could protest, so she just rolled her eyes instead. She wasn't very sure if she believed in all this stuff. Madison however was a firm believer. She was very psychic too, a gift she says she inherited from her grandmother.

"Pull three cards," Madison said, laying out a huge deck of cards in front of her. Hazel sighed and randomly pulled out three cards, handing them over to her friend. Madison stared at the cards and a mega-watt grin made its way on her lips.

"What?" Hazel demanded skeptically.

"The wheel of fortune, ten of pentacles and the devil," She smiled. "Things are changing for you fast, baby. Money is coming your way and so is a passion and desire. Lots of it, since it's upright. Seduction. Wow...wow...Hazel Connery, what is going on for you?"

"If you are done can we talk about the more important things?" Hazel demanded and Madison scowled at her.

"Fine then, don't believe," She grumbled, gathering the cards. "Can you just take it easy and go meet him tonight? Get all the questions answered for once and all and then if you don't like anything, you always have your free will,"

"You are really sending me to the lion's den," Hazel mumbled and Madison rolled her eyes.

"I am not sending you anywhere. I am just giving you suggestions. It's not every day that something this unexpected happens out of the blue. I believe in seizing the day, if you don't want to go, that's fine too," She replied flatly. Hazel stared at her wryly and then sighed.

"What should I wear?" She asked drily and Madison shot her an I-knew-it look which she ignored before letting herself being dragged to Madison's bedroom.

At seven sharp, Hazel was waiting in front of her apartment. She felt a tad more confident in the red strappy V-neck dress that Madison has given to her. It was sexy and the color made her complexion stand out. She tied her hair up in a high pony and finished her look with some red lip stain, kohl, and black pumps. She felt a bit uncomfortable with the dress though because it did showed her cleavage and a lot more of her back than she appreciated. And it was not healthy to wear something like that in front of someone like Damien.

But Madison made it clear that if she was going to meet up with a sexy man, she should look equally sexy to compliment him. And being dressed that way wouldn't make her look as vulnerable as he probably imagined her to be. She scowled at the thought and glanced at her watch, almost hoping that nobody would come to pick her up so that this could end right here.

But she was proved wrong as exactly at seven 'o' two, a sleek black Audi pulled in front of her apartment. The windows were tinted but she knew it was his car. Nobody drives an Audi in the neighborhood she lived in. The driver-side door opened and a tall, burly guy climbed out, quickly heading towards her.

"Hazel Connery?" He inquired and Hazel nodded her head. He smiled pleasantly and held open the door for her.

She climbed in, her heart beating loudly in her chest, her nerves all over the place. God, she can still say no. But a part of her was only too curious as to what someone like Damien Hamilton wanted with her. What if he proposes something illegal? Or something wrong? He was so way out of her league. No, he was completely out of her league, and yet he went to  lengths to find out where she worked, where she lived, her full name and God knows what else. Hazel couldn't rest until she knew what he wanted from her. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she never noticed when they pulled in front of The Kent.

"Thank you for driving me, sir," She mumbled to the driver as he opened her door and he gave her a big smile in return. The doorman opened the door, immediately recognizing her, and smiled at her so brightly as if he has known her for ages.

As Hazel stepped into the sleek lobby with its larger-than-life chandeliers, polished floors, and dark polished paneled walls, she was actually glad to be dressed the way she was. It was awkward in her delivery uniform earlier in the morning. She counted to a hundred in her head as the elevator whisked her up to the penthouse. She could barely breathe with anxiety. Her limbs felt like jelly and so did her legs. She had no idea what was in store for her. She has just simply walked into his lair and now she knew that there wasn't a way out. She was going down for sure. She was anxious as hell but a part of her was also excited for some reason.

"Thank you," She managed for the liftman as the doors opened at the elaborate foyer.

And somehow the walk from the foyer to the double doors seemed like that of miles this time around. She raised her hand to ring the bell but before she could, the doors opened automatically, and there he stood, a man so fine that Hazel wasn't sure whether he was even real or not. He wore a white shirt with the top three buttons opened, sleeves rolled up and hands hooked in his trouser pockets. Hazel's mouth went dry as he strode towards her, lithe as a tiger, eyes never leaving hers.

"Now this, I like infinitely better than your uncle's outfit earlier," He smirked and Hazel had no idea whether he was complimenting or insulting her. He grabbed her hand and gave it a sharp tug, crushing her against his chest. Hazel was startled by the sudden gesture but she was too captivated by this exquisite man to protest. To her dismay, she was already weak at the knees because deep down she knew what he can do with her. The possibilities were endless. He stared down at her with his piercing dark eyes and then leaning down, pressed his lips to hers. Again, it was the briefest of the kiss, just a slight touch of lips but it left her hungry and yearning for more. Much much more.

"Welcome to my world, Hazel," He smiled at her, stroking her lips with his thumb and Hazel knew at that moment.

She was really doomed...

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A/N: Hello my dear readers! How are you all? Here are the next updates! I know the chapters are shorter but I don't want to unnecessary drag the story than it needed to be so I am keeping it that way. We are about to reach 100 followers on TGOL guys! I am so grateful that you guys are enjoying this story. It's steamy for sure but there's more to this than just that. There was a swift war between Team Damien against Team Richard so I am eager to see how it goes here. Thank you so much once again guys! I hope you will like the story as we move ahead :)