My Mentor's Secret Baby - His Secret Baby

A voice next to me suddenly interrupted my thoughts. “Watching your girl, huh?” The voice asked in a mocking tone.

After turning to see who it was that had spoken to me, I rolled my eyes when I saw that it was Hazel’s friend Jay. Ever since I had returned to the resort, the jerk had gone out of his way to mock my relationship with Hazel to my face every time he saw me.

“You know, Hazel and I got to be very close while you were away,” he persisted, trying to taunt me into doing something stupid again. I wasn’t falling for it. I wasn’t going to screw up and lose Hazel again.

Instead, I just shook my head, gave him a scornful look, and walked off. I ignored him for the rest of our group time, but I could feel Jay glaring at me from across the room.

A couple of writers approached me and inquired about my book. I spent the rest of my time talking with them, but I continued to keep an eye on Hazel. After the group was over, I watched her walk back up to her room. I desperately wanted to follow her and be near her but sighed and went out for lunch instead. I knew if I wanted this to work, I needed to be patient and have faith. This was going to be extremely difficult.

After lunch, I went back up to my room. I watched a little tv and got some more writing done. Without Hazel my days were empty. I tried to fill them with work to make the time pass faster, but it was mostly depressing.

A few days later, I was sitting at my desk trying to write, but I seemed to be stuck. I had rewritten the same paragraph three times, but it still didn’t sound right. I got so frustrated I threw my pen down in anger and yelled out. A few seconds later, I heard a soft knock on my door. Muttering under my breath, I stomped to answer it. I yanked it open then froze when I saw Hazel standing there.

I gasped in disbelief. She gave me a little smile and asked, “Can I come in?”

I blinked a few times, still shocked to see her standing there. “Yes! Come in!” I said excitedly, then I closed the door behind her.

She walked inside and stood nervously in the middle of the room. I watched her anxiously. I wondered if I was about to hear her decision. “I hope you don’t mind, but I came to talk to you about my book,” she told me.

I realized this was my chance to prove myself. “Of course! I’d love to hear all about it,” I replied happily.

Hazel smiled at me with such warmth and happiness that I knew I had made the right decision.

She sat in the chair at my desk, and I sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. “So, how is your novel going?” I asked her curiously.

She smiled proudly before saying, “I just finished it. That’s what I came up here to tell you.” Hazel all but squealed with excitement.

“Oh, wow, congratulations!” I exclaimed as I leaned over and gave her a celebratory hug. The hug lasted only a few seconds then we pulled away from each other.

“So, tell me about your book,” I encouraged her.

I watched her eyes light up as she talked about it. I listened to every detail and was surprised that she had chosen to write a historical romance novel. After she finished explaining, I smiled at her and said, “Well, I can’t wait to read it.”

Hazel surprised me by shaking her head. “Not yet. I want you to finish writing your book first,” she replied.

I laughed a little. “I’m having some trouble with that,” I admitted, looking away in embarrassment.

Hazel reached over and held my hand. “I’m here to help you, Alex. I have plenty of time now that my book is done,” she giggled happily.

We sat there, smiling and holding hands. I did my best to control myself. Suddenly, Hazel leaned forward and kissed me quickly on the lips. She smiled at me. I reached for her and pulled her closer to me so I could kiss her again. She didn’t resist. We wrapped our arms around each other, and I pulled her into my lap.

As we kissed, I thought about how much I missed her. My girl felt better than I remembered as I massaged her full breasts with both of my hands. I slipped my palm between her thighs and massaged her clit through the outside of her pants. She moaned loudly and started to grind on my hand. How I missed her! As I kept rubbing her like that, she rode up and down on my hand until she came.