Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 27
HAZEL
(FIVE YEARS AGO)
I’ve never been to the club ever since I left rehab, mostly because I want to stay away from anything that will lead to my relapse. Seeing drugs, or watching someone take it might be a trigger to me, and I don’t take any chances, not even the slightest one.
I’ve been able to avoid it, right until Harrison told me to make some delivery to a clubhouse. At first, I thought it was ridiculous that someone in a club ordered fried chicken, but he corrected that confusion by explaining that I was delivering it to the club manager.
Pulling over with the delivery bike, I got down and balanced the three cartons on my arm before approaching the security man. He stared down at me with indifference, as if I’m a headache he’d rather not deal with.
“I’m here to make a delivery to one Mr. Blue,” I informed him, trying hard to let him know that I can very well see the condescending look that he was trying so hard to hide.
The dude spoke into his mic before addressing me again. “Take the back door, and tell the security man there CODE RED, he will let you through without any ha ssle, and point you towards the right direction.
I forced a smile. “Thank you.” Balancing the cartons properly, I headed for the back door and did as instructed. The second security man instructed me to take the long hallway and then take the elevator, it will take me straight to Mr. Blue’s office.
Finding my way wasn’t difficult. I did my delivery, confirmed the payment, and made my way back up. Oh… did I fail to mention that the office was actually underground? That the elevator took me down instead of taking me up? I almost panicked.
Walking down the familiar hallway, I ignored all the couples making out. I did mind my business, or at least, I tried to, right until I saw a lady being dragged into a room.
‘Mind your business Hazel’ I warned myself inwardly, urging my feet to keep moving. ‘You came here to make deliveries, and you’ve done just that.’
I almost listened to that voice until I heard the lady scream… or at least I think I did. My feet changed its direction, hurriedly stomping into the room that the young lady just got dragged into. Pulling out my phone, I clicked on the video recorder and activated it before stepping into the room.

“I just told you I like you!” The man growled, holding the lady’s hand way too tight for her comfort. “I know you like me too! I saw the way you were staring at me from the dance floor.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” The lady cried. “I was only dancing to the rhythm of the song!”
Clearing my throat to announce my presence to the oblivious individuals, I stepped further into the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but can you please turn around and say hello to the camera?”
The man slowly turned towards me, his jaw tightening with anger when he noticed my camera recording him. “What do you think you are f ucking doing?!” He bellowed, the veins in his neck threatening to burst.
Shrugging, I continued recording, “What do you think I’m doing?” I retorted, angry that he dared manhandle this woman, The fool stood taller and took a step forward. “Another step forward and I’m going to upload this video.”
He halted instantly, “Who the f uck are you?” He spat, spittle escaping his mouth, “Her sister?”
I smiled cheekily at him. “Don’t we look alike?” I teased him, my eyes scanning the room for anything that can serve as a weapon just in case he decides to come at me. “Hey,” the lady blinked at me. “Do you want him here?”
“No,” She blurted out, “I don’t want him here.”
Returning my attention to the man, I co cked my head. “You heard the young lady, bounce!”
“Bounce?!” He scoffed as he slowly prowled towards me. “Do you have a death wish?” He spat angrily, his hand clenching into a tight fist. “You do realize I can easily take out the two of you, right?”
The other lady is clearly intoxicated, which means I’m left to face this man alone. ‘You should have minded your business, Hazel!’ Trying not to let not my fear show, I widened my smile, looking like a deranged ps ycho. “I’ve been in a ps ycho ward wa nker, and while I was there, I was diagnosed with a twitching finger.”
His face contorted into a frown. “What the f uck does that have to do with me?”
“It means if you provoke me further, I might mistakenly upload this video to the internet. Going to jail for attempted rape is a pretty f ucked up thing.”
He stared at me for a moment, then at the young lady splayed out on the sofa, then back at me. “This bi tch isn’t worth the drama.” He retorted before stomping out of the room. I watched him disappear into the hallway before approaching the young lady.
I cradled her head, trying to bring her into a more conscious state. “What’s your name?”
She giggled, tempting me to slap the drunkenness out of her eyes. “I’m Elenor.” She slurred. “You know me right?”
Nope, I don’t. “Do you have any means of getting home?” Where the heck is her purse? I don’t have any cash to send her home. “What’s your home address?”
“My brother.” She mumbled. “He’s coming to pick me up.”
“Your brother?” I can’t be here waiting for her brother… Harrison will kill me. “How long do you think it will take him to get here?” She giggled in response.
I was about to prob her for more response when the door opened and a very familiar face raced in. “Elenor?” Surprised to see him, I took a step back, giving him space to cater to her. “What happened to her?”
I shrugged. “I guess she’s drunk. I found her like this.” Staring at the lady, my brows furrowed together as I tried to figure her out. “Is she Ravel’s sister?”
Before Raymond could respond, the man in question walked into the room. He took a double step when he saw me, his brows arching. “Hazel?” He glanced at his sister. “What are you doing here?”