Bewitched His Soul

As Hazel entered the house, the maids were arranging the dining table as if there was a big feast. She understood if meant all the family members were present for the dinner.

Hazel excitedly climbed the stairs as her father had returned from his business trip and she was expecting him to get gifts.

Tristan and Ava were in the bedroom and he was flirting as if they were still newlyweds.

"Little one I missed you too much," Tristan was planting kisses on her neck.

"Me too, didn't you promise that you will not go on trips anymore?" Ava complained.

"I know, but Travis encountered a problem. He needed me there," Tristan started to unbutton her top.

"No stop," Ava held his hand.

"Don't deny me, it's been three weeks," Tristan was impatient.

"But Hazel and Travis are waiting for us," Ava stated.

Tristan was going to continue undressing his wife when someone knocked the door.

"Tonight, I will not let you go, you have to satisfy my pent up desire," Tristan narrowed his eyes.

"Sure," Ava giggled and planted a kiss on Tristan's cheeks. Tristan went to open the door while Ava straightened her hair and dress.

"Dad," Hazel hugged her father as soon as the door opened.

Tristan's scowl turned into a smile when he noticed that it was his precious daughter. After Ava the only person who had the privilege to make Tristan obey their every command was Hazel.

Not even his son Travis was spared if he disturbed his alone time with Ava. He could never get angry at Hazel even when she destroyed his files thinking they were scrap papers.

During their childhood Hazel used to frequent Tristan 's office and sit on the table throwing all things down on the floor, even his laptop. Then she used to take a marker and scribble on all his files, when Ava found out what her daughter had done she just raised her voice but Hazel started to cry. 

Hazel always had this trick under her sleeve where she started crying before her parents punished her. As she knows her tears were her parents' weakness and they will forgive her quickly.

It was what happened this time, as Tristan put his hand on Ava's shoulder telling her not to say anything. Then Tristan took Hazel in his arms and asked her not to repeat it again. Hazel requested to have an office like his so Tristan's old laptop and the junk files were set in her room the next day.

"Princess, why did you come home so late?" Tristan patted her head lovingly.

"I had gone to watch a movie with Esther," Hazel replied.

Her father was very strict and did not let her stay out late at night. She was also not allowed to attend any wild parties and always inform them where she was going.

"Hmm, how are your studies going? Were you good while I was gone?" Tristan asked.

"Why do you ask? As if you will punish her if she has been up to some mischief?" Ava said from behind. 

"Mom…I have been studying all this time," Hazel wined.

"Sure, if you mean reading romance novels," Ava chuckled.

Hazel was an avid book reader. Her room was filled with fiction books more than textbooks. She used to keep the  text book in front of her but was really reading the romance novel in her hands.

Always dreaming and wishing that the scenarios in the book will happen to her in real life and she too gets a prince charming who sweeps off her feet.

"Let her be, our daughter doesn't need to stress about anything," Tristan did not force Hazel to excel in her studies like he did Travis.

Both her kids were different and if she was not passionate with her studies then she would find it in something else.

"Dad, did you bring all the items on the list?" Hazel asked.

"Yes and I got you more . You can open them after dinner, but now you have to go and call your brother," Tristan instructed.

Hazel nodded and walked towards Travis's room.

Travis was video chatting with his girlfriend Aria. At long last he had achieved what he wanted and got Aria to agree to go out with him. She was slowly opening up to him and day by day she was trusting him more.

He used to be the one who would always call or message her, but  a few days ago she started initiating the calls and telling him about her day. If she had any difficulty Travis was her go to person. They were having a long distance relationship until Aria collaborated with another art gallery.

Travis would send her flowers every week with a note telling her how much she means to him. Hazel banged on his door, but he did not open it since he was too busy with his girlfriend.

"Travis, what are you doing. Dad is calling for dinner," Hazel screamed. 

After saying I love you to Aria, he closed his laptop and opened the door.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Travis asked.

"I want to open my gifts after dinner, and you're taking too long," Hazel pouted. 

"Dad has already given you a black card, you can just swipe and buy anything you want," Travis stated.

"Ya, but there is something different when opening the gift wrapped boxes," Hazel replied.

After dinner Hazel went to her room and was watching a Netflix show on her laptop when her phone beeped. There was a simple message, "Good Night!" from an unknown number.

Hazel typed back asking who it was.

On the other side Enzo sat in his study holding a phone in his hand. He wanted Hazel to wish him good night back but never expected her to not even recognize that it was him.

Enzo immediately called her, but she did not pick up. Many of her guys from college called and tried to hit on her so she usually avoided calls from unknown numbers.

He sent a message, "Pick up the call, it's me Enzo."

"Have you not saved my number ,"Enzo barked as soon as the call got connected.

"Hello, Enzo," Hazel answered calmly.

"Answer my question," Enzo said sternly.

"Of course, I never had your number," Hazel states.

"And why is that?" Enzo frowned.

"What do you mean? We never contacted each other before," Hazel said with a disappointed tone.

Enzo did not say more than two words when they met so how can she have his number when there was never a situation where they needed to converse.

He heard the bitterness in her tone and knew it was partially his fault since he never tried to get close to her. He had taken her number from Esther as soon as she got a cellphone.

"Save my number because from now on you have to answer all my calls," Enzo instructed.

"Hmm, why did you call me?" Hazel asked.

"Your tutoring classes start tomorrow," Enzo declared.