My Mentor's Secret Baby - His Secret Baby

I decided to take a few days off from my novel to make it happen. I had made enough progress in my story where missing a few days of work wouldn’t bother me; besides, I kind of owed this to Hazel. She was the one who got me writing again. She was my muse. So, I tried to think of what I could do to win her attention. Hazel is a sweet and loving girl. She mentioned that she had recently started reading romance books. Suddenly, an idea hit me.

I could surprise her by cooking her a romantic dinner. That’s what I decided to do. It took most of the day, but by early evening the food was ready. Everything was to be served in my room. I covered the little table with a white tablecloth, even lighting a few candles to add to the mood.

After the table was set up, I hurried to shower and shave before Hazel showed up. Thirty minutes later, I was clean and presentable in my only suit. I had told Hazel I had something special for her, and to get dressed up.

I checked the food and table one last time. Finally, I heard a quiet knock on my door and hurried to open it. My girl stood there looking beautiful in a little black dress that hugged her curves deliciously.

“Hey, Alex. I hope this is okay. I didn’t know how dressed up I should be,” she admitted, coyly dropping her gaze to the floor.

“No, that’s perfect! You look beautiful!” I assured her as I opened the door wide enough so Hazel could walk into the room. I hurried to close it because I didn’t want to miss the expression on her face when she saw the dinner set out on the table.

“So, what’s the big surprise….” she started to ask but stopped mid-sentence when she saw the layout. Hazel’s eyes lit up, and a big smile crossed her face. Turning to me, she threw her arms around my shoulders in the biggest hug she had ever given me. “Oh, Alex, thank you! This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! It’s so romantic,” she sighed happily.

I pulled her closer to me and gave her a light, teasing kiss. “Anything for you, babe,” I replied.

We both took our seats at the table and started to eat. It was silent, which was unusual. Hazel usually asked me questions about my day or my writing. Could something still be wrong between us? I had to know, so I asked her, “Is everything okay?” I hoped this would get her talking, and I could share more of my ideas with her.

“Yes! Everything is great, especially this food,” she commented happily.

I just stared at Hazel in confusion. That wasn’t the answer I had been expecting. We finished our dinner, then had chocolate cake and coffee for dessert.

As I put the food away and cleaned up, I anticipated what was going to happen next. It was what I had hoped would happen all evening. Our time together never ended without sexy time — that was what we referred to it as. After seeing Hazel in that dress tonight, I was definitely in the mood to make love to her.

After I put the resort’s dishes away, I turned around to look at her. My love stood in the middle of the room and appeared to be deep in thought. Walking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and began to kiss her neck. I heard her gasp softly, but then she pulled away from me, so I looked at her in confusion.

“I can’t tonight, Alex. I’m making so much progress on my book. I need to get back to my room and finish writing,” Hazel explained.

I just stood there in shock.

She walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for tonight, hon. It was sweet and wonderful,” she whispered before she walked out of the room.

I stood alone by the door of my hotel room for several minutes as I tried to process everything that had just happened, but I didn’t get it. This dinner was supposed to make everything better between Hazel and me, but it didn’t. It seemed like things were exactly the same between us.

I sighed in frustration, having no idea what to do next and feeling a bit angry that Hazel was choosing writing over spending time with me.

“Maybe I can catch her before group tomorrow and talk to her,” I said to myself. That seemed like the only option I had left. I changed into my pajamas and watched some tv before finally falling asleep. There was no way I would have been able to concentrate on my writing that night.

The following morning, I woke up and glanced at my watch. It was almost ten AM. “Crap! I overslept!” I yelled in a panic.