Bewitched His Soul

Hazel was wearing a white, knee-length dress. She had grown taller and become leaner. Her face has lost all the baby fat, sharpening and highlighting her facial features. She had put on makeup and curled her long hair, making her look more mature than her age.

Enzo could not help but stare at her long, slim legs. Her legs could even compete with the Victoria Secret models.

Gone was her flat chest, and now it was full and ripe, showing her entrance into womanhood.

Hazel was standing at the center of the room surrounded by her friends and they were teasing her about something. She pouted to show her displeasure at their comments.

Enzo gulped as he stared at her soft pink lips. He was staring at her when she looked up, spotting him. There were a myriad of emotions all over her face.

First, she was shocked, as if she could not believe that Enzo was actually standing in front of her. She covered her mouth with her hand and gasped. It was the best surprise she could ever get. Wasting no time, Hazel quickly ran towards him.

"Enzo, it's you," Hazel squealed in delight. Her eyes shone with immense happiness as she looked at him. He had always known that her eyes were deep and attractive, but today her eyes hypnotized him.

"Hmm," Enzo nodded his head. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Hazel complained.

"I wanted to surprise you," Enzo stated.

"Well, I like it very much," Hazel giggled. Enzo was mesmerized by her laugh. It was wholehearted and concealed nothing in her heart. 

"Happy birthday Hazel!" Enzo extended his hand, bearing her gift. She received the gift and thanked him.

"What are you studying now?" Enzo asked. 

"I'm in high school, and you know what? Dad told me I can drive my own car next year," Hazel said proudly. 

Enzo chuckled, knowing that even if she learned to drive, Uncle Tristan would definitely appoint a driver for her.

"So, are you going back again?" Hazel asked curiously.

"No, I completed my studies, and will probably take over my father's business," Enzo replied. He knew his father was officially going to announce the new successor of the Santoris group soon.

"That's good," Hazel smiled. Looking at her so closely, he felt like they carved her skin like fine jade, and she was breathtaking.

"You look beautiful!" Enzo blurted out. He did not mean to compliment her, but he could not control himself while looking at her.

Hazel blushed and lowered her head to avoid his heavy, intense gaze. Then she murmured that her Aunt Sara had purchased this dress from a famous designer.

Someone in the crowd called her as today was Hazel's special day, and people were waiting to wish her birthday greetings.

"Go meet with them. We can talk later," Enzo assured her.

"Okay, let's talk later," Hazel gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Enzo noticed her long fair fingers, and her nails painted with baby pink color, making them appear more feminine and delicate. 

When she turned around, his eyes were on her hips, and he quickly diverted his gaze, wondering how he could act this way. 

She is the same Hazel who grew up with him, and here he was acting like a pervert. As the party continued, both of them got busy as guests surrounded Hazel, while Dimitri was introducing him to all the business associates at the party. 

Enzo stole a quick glance at Hazel when no one was looking. But no matter how much he stared, he could not get enough of her.

Later that night, he had an erotic dream. The woman had long legs wrapped around his waist. He squeezed her ass, which felt so full and soft. Then he quickly pulled her top straps that exposed her breasts, which were round and firm, fitting perfectly in his palm. He was playing with her breasts, but the woman was impatient and pulled him upwards. Enzo gave in to her demands and lifted his head to kiss her. When he looked at her, it felt like all the oxygen had left his lungs. 

He opened his eyes in shock and switched on the bed lamp. He was sweating and breathing heavily.

The reason it knocked him out of his breath was that the face he saw in his dreams belonged to none other than Hazel Ambrosio. He was having wet dreams about her.

For a second, he felt scared, thinking there was something wrong with him for having lewd thoughts about a high school girl. He felt sick and ashamed that his lower body was still hard as he remembered all the details of the dream. 

He had particularly seen her grow from a newborn baby, put the toddler on his lap, and had fed her. He was there at every major step of her life. When she first rode her bicycle, how he was so careful to not even let her get a scratch, or how when she cried on the day of her exam and he had given her confidence to ace them. He always thought Hazel was a little sister to him, just like Esther. 

Hazel was very cubby, always eating chocolates and smudging half of it all over her face. It amused him when she acted cutely, and he patiently wiped her face with a tissue. But now, with those dark eyes and pink lips, she looked like a seductress ready to bring any man to his knees. She was just a child and already had so much power over a man, even though she doesn't know about it.

Imagine what will happen when she finally blooms into a woman. An army of men will fight to get her hand. He also knows that uncle Tristan was very protective of his precious daughter and would be very choosy when picking a man for his princess. 

Any man should be willing to jump hoops to come near Hazel, and one day, one lucky man will conquer her. Somehow, the thought of someone doing to Hazel the things he did to her in his dreams made him feel bitter.

That night, sleep did not come back, even after he took a cold shower.. He spent the rest of the night tossing and turning in the bed.