Sinfully Yours by Mirah Selim (sites to read books for free TXT) 📖

Cyrus gave Creed a day off as well and went back to the mansion. He asked Creed to take Ana back as well as he wanted to be alone.

Entering his mansion's bar he grabbed a bottle of alcohol before filling his glass with it. Drinking his overthinking away he leaned his forehead against the bar's counter wanting to just sleep his tensions away like this.

Suddenly he sensed something beside him or more like someone beside him. He raised his head and found familiar eyes gazing at him. There was a small smile playing over her lips as she gazed at him through her emerald stones.

"Sweetheart." He whispered making her nod at him.

Straightening his posture he stared at her who was sitting on the stool beside him smiling at him. Not even for once, she said something.

Slowly he raised his hand to touch her but nothing, his fingers touched anything but her. She was like a blurry picture sitting in front of him He couldn't hold her, touch her or even feel her. All he could do was just watch her.

"Now I have started to hallucinate you as well." He mumbled staring at her with his drunk eyes. She still said nothing just smiled at him.

"I miss you." He whispered and just like that the silence engulfed the room. He just silently stared at her illusion.

He was about to drink another glass when he watched her raise her hand and shake her head. His hand on its own instead of going towards the glass went to her hand. He smiled when her blurry fingers intertwined with his.

Even though he couldn't touch her but at least he could sense her. And that was enough for him. And without him realizing.

That night he didn't drink like a maniac he used to.

On the other hand, Hazel found her mother sitting in the living room thinking about something deeply. She approached her mother with a small smile before placing a small box in front of her.

"Mom." Her mother looked up in surprise.

"You returned earlier today." She nodded her head forwarding the box to her mother.

Mrs. Astor opened it and found her favorite chocolate cupcake. She kissed her daughter's hand before taking the spoon and eating it. Hazel got this habit from her mother, the only difference is she likes strawberry cupcakes more than chocolate ones.

It's been a month since she started the job in the cafe and everything has been going on smoothly. Even though sometimes unnecessary thoughts overshadow her senses but she was still trying to move on from her past.

She noticed her mother's eyes on her before turning her attention to her mother. "What happened, mom? You want to ask me something?" Mrs. Astor nodded her head placing the box on the table.

" Listen to me carefully my life." Grabbing Hazel's hands she started talking.

"I met this old friend of mine today. She told me about his son. And I like him. Hazel listen to me first." Hazel was about to stop her mother but she squeezed her daughter's hands shaking her head.

"Hazel it's hard to find good guys with a good background nowadays. They even know about your divorce and they have no problem." Hazel sighed.

" Mom I am just not ready yet." She said staring at her who smiled at her.

" I know Hazel. And I am not asking you to marry him tomorrow. First, meet him and if you like him we will talk about engagement and then after some proper months, we will think about marriage. No one's rushing anything. I just like him a lot. He's good-looking, well mannered and also his background is good too. It's not easy to find such good proposals." Hazel stayed silent for some time. Thinking for a few minutes she sighed before nodding her head.

"Alright, I will talk to him." Her mother smiled and Hazel went to her room.

The next day she got a call from the guy her mother chose for her. He was 6 years older than her and has been running a successful business his father passed to him just two years ago. Something about him didn't settle with her. Nonetheless, she decided to think about him.

And in the end, she finally decided to trust her mother and give that guy a chance. After all, she wanted to end the thoughts of that particular man she once called her husband.

She was tired of thinking about him. She was tired of remembering all the memories he gave her. Whether they were bad or good she didn't want to think about him anymore. And maybe this way she would be able to forget about him.

Just maybe right?

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