Who would have thought that a promise made by two veterans to marry off their children could still be valid sixty years later?
Well definitely not Hazel, just after a breaking up with her cheating boyfriend, she finds herself being given into the ha...
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I tirelessly sat on one of the bar stools asking the bartender to keep the drinks flowing, by then I had lost count of how many glasses of vodka, whiskey, brandy, rum and whatever cocktail the bartender had tried to change the mix up with. No matter how hard I tried, I could not numb the pain in my heart; I had never fallen so hard for any female like I fell for Hazel.
It was ironic, I was so use to ignoring and throwing away women that I no longer needed, yet the one woman I wanted was ready to throw me away in the blink of an eye. "How dare she flaunt her lover so freely in front of me?" I smirked before I threw the glass I was drinking against the wall.
The bartender flinched at my action, but much to her dismay, she knew her nor the security could throw me out because the bar belonged to my best friend Eric Yang and he would fire all his staff in a blink of an eye if I asked him to.
"Another!" I barked at the poor bartender who quickly gave me a fresh glass and topped it up with whiskey this time, but despite her best efforts I could not stop imagining how the naked smooth skin of my wife felt against my rough hands, the way her cheeks flushed when she was embarrassed, how soft her breast were, how delicate she felt beneath me, and how tight she was.
Not before long, I was smashing the second glass against the wall, Hazel had me wrapped around her pudgy little fingers, and all I wanted was to have those same pudgy fingers pumping on my........"FUCK" I cursed even louder.
"Calm the fuck down Caleb, are you trying to run Yang Culture dry?" My best friend snapped behind me. Eric Yang was the only person next to my grandfather that new me best in the world, he could easily read me like a book, I guess it was because of our twenty years long friendship.
The Chinese born American was currently the CEO of Yang culture a company that owned many bars, restaurants, clothing stores and had just started venturing into the global shipping business. He was just as tall as me standing at six foot two, had jet black hair, soft brown eyes, and an exquisite jaw line.
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