Page 58 of Blinded By Hate

That felt so good. I want it to happen again.

I haven’t felt that good in so long.

I grab the napkin I threw on the floor and sit back up in my chair.

Hayden removes his hand from my dress and I watch him with my jaw dropped as he licks his fingers discreetly.

Fucking prick.

Twenty-Three

Jaclyn

Present

A big black blanket is laid out on the sand for Hayden and I to sit on.

The nerves in my body are erupting and I can’t stop fidgeting with my pen.

Every time I’m near Hayden I always feel like something is about to happen, good or bad, I don’t know.

Let’s not forget about the butterflies in my stomach either because they just won’t leave whenever Hayden is around.

I plan on using my phone to record the conversation so that I can focus on the questions I’m asking him. After I’m done with the questions I’m going to try and get this project done as soon as I can so that Jules doesn’t bug me about it.

Most of the questions are things that fans want to know.

His love life, his fighting, his routine, what he eats, etc.

All very basic and simple questions he can answer easily.

Yelling from behind me makes me turn around. I see a group of girls swarming Hayden while yelling for a picture.

Hayden is wearing black shorts and a white button up that is unbuttoned and showing off his beautiful chest and abs.

He looks like every girl's wet dream, I swear to God.

Why does he have to look so perfect?

All I want to do is trace the muscles on his stomach and then watch them clench.

I swear, I feel the spot between my legs pulse as I think about it.

Every time I would give Hayden a massage it would always end up with me screaming his name and asking him to stop but he just went even rougher and faster.

Oh my God.

Married man, Jaclyn.

Married man.

He is getting married.

You already let him kiss you and finger fuck you at a table in front of his future wife.

God I’m so horrible.

Hayden walks up to the blanket after he is done taking pictures with his fans. He gives me a soft smile as he sits down on the blanket. “Sorry, I’m late. I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”