My Mentor's Secret Baby - His Secret Baby

Yet, his next words were not what I expected to hear. “Please get your hands off of me,” he asked coldly. He was trying to be polite because we were in public, but I could see that he wasn’t happy to see me at all.

I pulled myself away from him, feeling like I had been slapped. Before I could say anything, he reminded me of that night from long ago.

“You remember what happened the last time we touched. Your father kicked me out and told me to stay away — that hurt. I lost my best friend, my everything. Gary warned me to stay away from you. Even though we are at this retreat together, I’ll do my best to honor that promise. You should do the same as well,” he replied coldly.

Alex picked up his suitcase and walked passed me to go check-in.

I was in shock. All I could do was stand there and try not to cry. It hurt to be treated that way. I never expected that kind of reaction from him. It was absolutely heartbreaking, the way he behaved.

Needing to be alone, I picked up my bags and hurried out of the lobby. I held my emotions in the whole trip up to my hotel room. Once I was inside, I threw my luggage down and locked the door. Laying down on the bed, I started to cry. It hurts when someone treats you like that, especially when it’s someone you used to be close to.

When the tears were finished, I strengthened my resolve. “I’m not going to let him ruin this for me. I came here to write, not reminisce. I need to just ignore Alex like he’s doing to me,” I told myself.

I felt much better after that, so I started to unpack and enjoy my trip once more. I could already feel that my writing was going to make a comeback here.

Chapter Four – Alex

I’d mostly been in my room for the past few days. I hadn’t seen Hazel, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t on my mind. The group meetings hadn’t started yet, so that gave me plenty of time to avoid everyone until then.

I didn’t know how to react to seeing Gary’s daughter again. It was inevitable that we were going to bump into each other again at some point in time. This was undoubtedly a crazy situation that I was not prepared for, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Hazel since I met her in the lobby. Seeing her brought up all those feelings about her that I had tried so hard to forget. It was such a shock losing her father as my friend and being told to stay away from her that I did everything I could to put it behind me.

Every memory since that kiss replayed in my mind. It was like it had just happened. I didn’t think I could deal with all of this.

Now that I had seen her, I didn’t know what to think, and it was driving me crazy. I had no alcohol, so I just laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. I could still see Hazel’s face and wondered if her lips tasted the same. I thought about what it would be like if I had her in my bed — something I wanted to do ever since our kiss.

Putting my hand under the blankets, I began to stroke my hardening cock, wishing that she was there with me.

I hadn’t meant to treat Hazel the way that I did, but what else was I supposed to do. When I saw her in the lobby, her body looked so good that I ached to feel it next to mine. To have her arms wrapped around me and her holding onto me. I’d wondered so many times what it would be like to wake up next to that incredible girl, but those were just empty dreams.

I touched myself harder as I imagined making love to Hazel. She would look up at me with those big green eyes and a coy smile on her lips, inviting me to run my hands over the curve of her hips and then gently reach up to unbutton her dress. In the last five years, her curves had filled out more. Her bust was bigger, her hips fuller. I wanted to see the roundness of her bare breasts in front of me. Imagining touching them made my body tingle and my cock ache.

My fantasy was so vivid I could practically see her nude on top of me and hear her crying out my name as she slid her tight, young pussy over my hard cock. In my daydream, Hazel was still a virgin, waiting for me to take her innocence and show her what love was.