Chapter 162: Pretence

Hazel stood up from Alexander’s lap, her heart still racing from the intensity of the night. She glanced down at him, noting how serene and unknowing he was in his drugged state. With a quick, satisfied smile, she began to tidy up, making sure to leave no trace of her presence or the night’s activities. Her movements were meticulous as she worked to erase any sign of what had transpired. She adjusted Alexander’s hair, smoothing it out so that it fell naturally, ensuring that no evidence of her actions remained. The last thing she needed was for someone to notice anything amiss. She carefully buttoned up her shirt, her fingers moving with practiced precision. As she looked at him, she noticed the faint traces of lipstick that had transferred to his lips. Her own lips, now bare, felt a pang of regret at the reminder of what had occurred. Hazel couldn’t help but laugh quietly to herself as she observed the swelling on Alexander’s lips, a minor consequence of their passionate encounter.