Chapter 66: Strange attitude

Maya’s pov

I couldn’t imagine taking Hazel to see Mr. Hudson in his room upstairs. The moment she asked, “Can we go and see him?” my heart dropped. The thought filled me with shame and I never imagined taking anyone to see him.

“I’m… not in the mood for that right now. Please, there are so many things in my head that I need to clear off,” I said quickly, avoiding her gaze.

“Is it because of Mr. Grayson?” she asked, her voice soft but knowing.

“Who else?” I sighed. “He’s the one who told me to take my time and care for my baby…Hmm… Their baby.” My voice faded as my thoughts began to wander. How could I leave my baby for someone else? Even when I left her with Hazel, my heart raced with worry. It was one of the reasons I stepped out of the hotel room this morning and also, I didn’t want to see that man’s face.

“Maya…!” Hazel’s voice snapped me back to reality. If not for her, my mind would have wandered deeper into memories of what happened with the stranger.

“What are you thinking about? Relax,” Hazel said, her tone gentle. “I know your boss couldn’t take his eyes off you. Maybe that’s why you have all these privileges. Don’t feel so bad. While you dwell on things that make you angry, think about the things that make you happy. Your ex-husband and his girlfriend made you lose your baby, but here you are now, with a baby given to you as your own. She’ll grow up with you, and she’ll be your comfort.”

Her words were exactly what I needed to hear, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for her presence. Hazel was a true friend. But even so, I needed to be alone.

“Thank you, Hazel,” I said with a small smile. “But I think you should go to work now, especially since Mr. Grayson left here angry.”

She stepped closer and hugged me, patting my back softly. I drew in a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions within me. Minutes later, she left. I listened as her car pulled away, and the house became eerily quiet. I sat on the couch, but something compelled me to get up and look out the window. The compound was empty, just as I expected. Still, seeing it with my own eyes gave me a strange sense of reassurance.

“Alexandra!” I said softly, remembering my baby. She was lying on the bed in my room, and I went to check on her. As I opened the door, memories I couldn’t control flooded my mind. The creak of the door sounded just like the hotel room door last night, and it brought everything rushing back. My body shivered as I recalled the feeling of his touch.

“Big daddy…” The thought slipped from my lips, and a deep sense of shame swept over me. How could I let my mind go there? Yet, it was irresistible. The memory played in my head like a porn movie, and before I knew it, I was lying on the bed. My hand moved instinctively to my waistband. I slid my fingers down and touched myself, my pussy, reliving every moment from the night before.

“I want… big daddy,” I whispered, my voice mumbling. The more I thought about him, the more my body responded. I was soaked down there. It felt overwhelming, yet so natural. Moments later, I was completely exhausted, and sleep took over, a deep, dreamless rest.

I woke to the sound of Alexandra crying. Jumping up, I quickly went to her, scooping her into my arms. As I fed her, my thoughts turned to Hazel. I grabbed my phone and sent her a message:

“Hi Hazel, please send me the phone number of the gigolo. I just want to have a word with him.”

Was it just a word I wanted, or was I lying to myself? Deep down, I knew the truth. I wanted to see him again. I longed to meet him in broad daylight, to see his smile, to feel the pull of his presence once more. The thought of him made me smile to myself. My eyes stayed glued to the phone, waiting for it to beep with a reply.

“Is Hazel testing my patience?” I muttered aloud when no response came.

To pass the time, I busied myself with bathing Alexandra. But even after finishing, there was still no reply. Frustrated, I picked up the phone and called Hazel directly.

“Hey Hazel, how’s your day going?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Fine, Maya,” she replied.

“Didn’t you see my message?” I interrupted.

“I was waiting for my break to call you,” she said, her tone calm.

“Why? Just to send me his number?” My voice was rising, though I hadn’t realized it until she responded sharply.

“Please lower your voice, Maya. You’re getting me pissed off.”

Her words hit me so hard. I was shocked, feeling betrayed. How could my best friend stand in the way of something that made me happy? After all the sadness I’d endured, didn’t I deserve a little joy?

“Hazel? Do you know what you are talking about?”

To make matters worse, Hazel ended the call. This was when she was really pissed off. I was mad. Made at myself for not collecting the man's number or even still dropping my number when I wrote those words before leaving the hotel room. I immediately called Hazel, but the worst happened, she refused to pick up my call.

“Why did she refuse to pick up her calls?” I called again.” I made a fist with my right hand. Then after so many many minutes, I received a long text message from Hazel.

“Hello Maya, this may look very stupid to you right now, but I regret introducing you to a gigolo. This is not the type of lady I knew you to be. What has come over you? I am your friend and I am in the right position to tell you what is best for you right now. You are not thinking straight right now, believe it or not, I am telling you the truth. For your information, I have deleted the man’s number from my phone and that is why I can’t send you the number ....”

It was at this point I stopped to read the useless message she sent to me. Delete his number? Is Hazel out of her mind? Does she know what she is talking about? Who asked her to delete the number? I was furious and I picked up my phone and dialed her number.

“Why must you delete his number? Am I a kid? I want what I want and I must get what I need.”

“You can’t,” and she ended the call.

“Hazel???” I shouted. At this moment, I didn’t know the actual time and I heard the beeping of my phone. I was so reluctant to check the message. I was so sure it was a message from Hazel and I was already very angry and I didn’t want to see what kind of message she sent. She had said that she had deleted the number, there was no need for me to read whatever message she sent to me. I moved around like a mad woman, unable to get what I truly wanted. How can I stop thinking of that stranger? He has been the only one that has made me put my fingers into my pussy as I think of him. Then my phone rang. I looked at the screen and I saw that it was a call from Mr Grayson. I tried to settle my breath before picking up his call.

“Hello Mr Grayson, good evening Sir.”

“How many times will I tell you not to include sir when greeting me. What’s the time on your clock?” I turned to the wall clock and I said,

“4:30 pm,” I was shocked and I didn’t know the time had gone so far.

“Have you taken care of my brother? He must be waiting and as the doctor said, he needs to jerk off to help him quicken his waking up.”

“I will do that very soon.”

“Please be fast about it.” He ended the call. I turned and looked at Alexandra and saw that she wasn’t sleeping. How can I carry her along to see what I am doing with her dad? 

“She is still a baby, she cannot know what you are doing.” I said with a forced smile. But I don't want to take the baby along with me. What I am about to do disgust me. 

“But what if it was the cock of that gigolo, will it disgust you?” A different thought popped out of my mind. While my baby was playing, I left for Hudson’s room to do what I hate to do. As I opened the door, Hudson was lying down there and as usual, his face was covered. The moment I pulled down his trousers, I was startled.

“White boxers?” I muttered. Was it white the last time I pulled off his boxers? His cock, half the size of that gigolo, started rising up and it was disturbing my reason for what kind of boxers I saw when I did it the last time. I sluggishly took the oil and put it on my palm and I caressed the cap of his cock gradually.

“Argaa…..” He moaned, he tried to suppress it from the tone of his voice. As I held his trunk, I saw him raising his stomach in pleasure. When will I need the gigolo again? This was when I remembered that Hazel had the profile of the man I have started dreaming of even during the day. As I rubbed his cock up and down, I called Hazel and said,

“Now that you have deleted his number, send me the online account that you registered with, I want to chat with the man myself.”  All I could hear was silence. What?