Wolf President Hooks Up

"Oh, for god's sake, you went on to a prestigious university! You have such a short memory? Look at you! How quickly you forget! Remember you went to the police station? I was the one who interrogated you. Ring any bells?"

Hazel tilted her head and waved her hand, murmuring,

"Hey, stop being loud! You are making me nauseous!"

"What? Nauseous?"

Before Bradley got that, Hazel already stumbled towards the bathroom.

"Hey, wait! Be careful. Let me help you."

Looking at the punk lying on the ground, Bradley hesitated for a moment while other police officers came over.

He went over to explain what had happened and then handed his gun over to them.

"Hey you guys take care of this. I ... I got a family emergency. Gotta go."

Bradley hurriedly made up an excuse and ran towards the bathroom.

"Hazel! Hazel Hoffman!"

He ran to the bathroom, only to find that no one was there.

"Oh man, where did she go? Where is she? She is drunk! For god's sake, she is driving me crazy!"

He hurriedly walked down a street to find her.

Finally, he saw her staggering on a street.

"Hazel, Hazel! Wait! I'm gonna take you home!"

Bradley ran forward as fast as he did when he was in the running races at the police academy, and finally caught up with her.

"Hazel, Hazel! Wait!"

***

"Get your hands off me! You dickhead!"

Hazel shouted and stamped while frowning.

When she pushed him away, she got wobbled like a tumbler, which made Bradley worried.

Finally, she fell into his arms, and her head hit his chest. It hurt.

"Hey, you stay on campus? What's your dorm number?"

Bradley held her and asked gently.

While Hazel was just gasping for breath, like an old bull.

After a while, she still didn't answer him, so he rubbed her face and asked,

"Hey, say something! It's cold. We can't just stand on the street all through the night! Come on. Say something! What's your dorm number? I'm taking you there."

Hazel rubbed her face against his chest as if she was gonna tell him her address. But to his surprise, she didn't. Instead, she began to cry loudly.

....

was stunned and

her and

cry. I was not yelling at

Stop crying. You hear

you make me want to

cars besides going past

chill night breeze seemed to freeze her heart. Leaning against Bradley, she kept crying for half

tears wet

was heartbroken. After all,

you crying like this? What's going

been repeating these monotonous sentences. All he

***

Finally, Hazel gradually stopped.

her head, and squeezed a bitter smile to

she would probably say something like "Thank you" or

she blinked and said

"I am so sleepy."

head and

You can't do

You really have

you. Sleeping like a stone. What

me, Hazel. Don't blame

minutes later, Bradley, the policeman, brought the

you know, this is my place. But, don't get me wrong. I'm not thinking about anything.

anything

murmured and put Hazel on

kind of

sticking to it. There was also

was no way to see her beautiful face

like this, Bradley couldn't help

beautiful women are a mess when

head and sighing, he went to the bathroom. He

up her face, Bradley was so tired. He then slept

the bathroom in the middle of the night, he was shocked by the fact that

more shocked was

***

She slept

away the quilt that had been well tucked

rolled up by her, which made her

in the middle of the night,

then tucked her in again, hands

the bathroom, he found he got an erection. He was shocked

even in that

of the

***

back, he found that his father was in his

very late, two o'clock in the morning. But Atwood Smith was still drinking tea in the living room

What are you doing

why were you still up late in the middle of