Karma

Wren drove Hazel home and then walked her to the door, her movements fluid and graceful. She was like someone who doesn't belong to this sinful world. Her sharp jaw was in excellent angle as Hazel stared at her from below. Her whole being was screaming elegance,

"Thank you for sharing, Hazel dear. " she murmured, her voice a soft caress. "It means more than you know, It was a pleasant evening. "

Hazel offered a gentle smile, a genuine expression of gratitude. "Thank you, Wren. For listening."

As Hazel turned to leave, a subtle hesitation in her step, Wren reached out, her hand lightly brushing against Hazel's forearm.

"Hazel," she said, her voice a low, almost questioning tone.

Hazel pivoted, her gaze meeting Wren's. Wren's eyes held an intensity that made Hazel's breath catch in her throat. There was a warmth there, a glimmer of something that felt both comforting and unsettling.

"I… I just wanted to say," Wren continued, her voice barely a whisper, "that you're not alone. Not anymore."

Her hand slid down Hazel's arm, the touch lingering just a fraction of a second too long. It was a delicate caress, a gentle pressure that sent a shiver down Hazel's spine. It wasn't a sensation of fear, but rather a strange, unfamiliar thrill.

Wren's fingers traced the delicate curve of Hazel's wrist, her touch lingering on the pulse point. The subtle pressure sent a wave of warmth through Hazel's veins. It was an intimate gesture, a silent acknowledgment of the life force that flowed beneath her skin.

"You're so fragile, Hazel," Wren murmured, her voice laced with a strange tenderness. "So beautiful."

Hazel's cheeks flushed, a warmth spreading across her face. She had never been spoken to with such intensity, such a raw display of admiration.

Wren's hand slid further down, her fingers brushing against Hazel's own. She gently intertwined their fingers, her grip firm but surprisingly gentle. The contact was electric, a spark igniting between them.

Hazel's fingers trembled, a mixture of apprehension and excitement coursing through her veins. She had never held hands with another woman in this way, had never felt this strange, intoxicating pull. It was a forbidden touch, a transgression that both thrilled and terrified her.

Wren's touch was warm, reassuring, but there was an underlying intensity, a possessiveness that made Hazel's heart race. It was as if Wren was claiming her, marking her as her own.

"I just want to hold you," Wren whispered, her voice husky, her breath ghosting across Hazel's ear.

Hazel's breath hitched, her mind reeling. She felt a desperate urge to pull away, to break free from the intoxicating spell Wren was weaving. But at the same time, she felt a powerful, undeniable pull towards her, a longing for the warmth and comfort she offered.

Wren's thumb gently caressed the back of Hazel's hand, her touch sending shivers down her spine. The gesture was seemingly innocent, a simple expression of affection, but it felt charged with unspoken desires, with hidden intentions.

The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, a silent conversation unfolding in the space between their bodies. Hazel felt a strange sense of surrender, a feeling that she was losing herself in Wren's presence.

After a moment that stretched into an eternity, Wren slowly released Hazel's hand, her touch lingering for a fraction of a second longer. " I have to go," Wren said, her voice regaining its composure. "It's getting late."

Hazel nodded, her mind still reeling from the intimate encounter.

Wren turned to leave, her footsteps hesitan while Hazel's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and desire.

As she walked Inside. Hazel couldn't shake the feeling that she had crossed a threshold, that she had entered a dangerous, uncharted territory. Wren's touch, her gaze, her words – they all felt charged with a hidden meaning, a desire that went beyond friendship. However she refused to believe that there is anything more.

Meanwhile at Gizzel's house.

" I don't like it when people answer my calls " Gizzel spoke calmly as she put on her cloth , Jeremy was looking at her like a starved hyena and didn't pay much attention to her frowned face.

He unbutton his shirt with a smirk on his face. " What's wrong with checking my women's phone, It's not like you have other men , do you ? "

Jeremy's face slightly changed. Gizzel could see his reaction getting more and more creepy. She had this fear in her heart, her intuition was telling her that she should run but thinking about the money she will plunder and run away , she swallowed and bear it.

" That's not what I mean, How can I have another man ? "

Jeremy wasn't satisfied. He walked closer to her , Gizzel move back , seeing that Jerry was unsatisfied. " Don't move " He commanded.

He went forward and grabbed her hair, the pain suddenly hit Her , but she just grinned. Jeremy pushed her head down until she was on the ground, he made her kneel before he raised his leg and step on her, he grind his let on her back as if she were a mere insect.

Not even once in her life had she imagined this kind of animalistic behavior, maybe Mr. Pepe, Gizzel's husband was an asshole prick but he had a limit, she thought that by going behind her friend's back she will make Hazel's life miserable, however that doesn't seem to be the case.

To Jeremy it was a satisfaction but to Gizzel was a total humiliation. She clenched her fist not wanting to anything anymore, However before Gizzel could take a breaty Jeremy suddenly spoke.

" Bend over, hide your face and spread you butts ".

Gizzel didn't want to believe what she just heard , this man must be insane to think she is a sex toy and all she need to is to just spread her legs and everything will be over, " I thought we are making love , this doesn't seem like it".

Jeremy frowned. " You are a whore, Act like one, don't you need the money? "

He took several hundred dollars and throw at her. " Whatever you pick up with your mouth is yours!" He spoke as he looked meaningfully at Gizzel.