Hazel watched the clear water poured into the black marble tub in Damien Hamilton's gigantic bathroom and turned her eyes out of the full-length window, bristling inside. There were three things very clear about Damien. First, he loves luxury, space, and floor-to-ceiling windows, second he loves s*x and was mind-blowing at it, and third, nobody has probably ever questioned him or his decisions which made him incessantly arrogant. But Hazel wasn't anybody. His limits were restricted to her body and he had no right to dictate over her personal life. If he can't get that, she will make sure he does.
Who does he think he was? How can he just say those words like that? He was in no place to tell her to stop working and be at his beck and call. What does he know? Hazel needed the job to pay fo
