Trapping Agent Vanderbilt With My Love

On the day her ex-boyfriend Wade Roffe got engaged to a wealthy heiress, Hazel Palmer went to the police station to find her wallet.

It was at noon when she got there.

A man in a sharp black suit stepped out of the police station, showing off a bit of tan on his well-defined face. He had a rugged handsomeness, highlighted by a scar at the corner of his eye, giving him a wild and intriguing vibe.

Hazel's gaze fixed on the pass card on the man's left chest.

Esmond Vanderbilt.

The supervisory special agent at the FBI's New York Field Office and the sole heir to the well-known Vanderbilt family, which is one of the four major families. Esmond Vanderbilt is the most powerful and wealthy bachelor in the city.

Most importantly, he was Wade's uncle.

Hazel bent over, revealing just enough cleavage, "Officer, I lost my wallet somewhere nearby. Could you help me find it?"

The man's gaze instinctively fell on the woman's chest.

A pink low-cut dress hugged her alluring figure, and her skin, as smooth as silk, cast a captivating spell.

And those alluring almond-shaped eyes made him slightly mesmerized.

She looked so much like...

Esmond raised his eyes, his voice deep, "When did you lose it?"

Hazel shifted her gaze to the left, "About an hour ago."

Esmond stared at the woman's subtly flickering eyes. "You're lying," he asserted.

How could he know it so quickly? Hazel still tried to argue, "Officer, I'm not lying! I did lose my wallet about an hour ago."

Esmond, with years of experience interrogating criminals, could easily tell if someone was lying.

"Miss, I don't have all day." Esmond's expression turned slightly stern, his voice cold, "Now if you have nothing else to report, I've got some other important stuff waiting."

Esmond was about to leave when Hazel grabbed his sleeve.

"Agent Vanderbilt, I do have something to discuss with you!"

"What is it?"

"I..." Hazel blushed, "want to know are you by yourself tonight?"

Esmond was slightly surprised.

Hazel made another daring move. She sidled up to him, leaning in so close that Esmond could catch a whiff of her alluring perfume. "Agent Vanderbilt, I've always admired you and thought it might be fun to spend a night together..."

Esmond arched an eyebrow.

Over the years, many women had thrown themselves at him, but Hazel was the first to openly make such an invitation right at the police station.

"Got some guts. Daring to ask me for a hookup on our first meeting," Esmond squinted his eyes. "You're aiming for a Vanderbilt baby, or are you looking to stain my name?"

"Just adult fun between a man and a woman," Hazel seductively traced her fingers over the man's muscular chest, slipped a room card into his pocket, "Agent Vanderbilt, I'll be waiting for you at Room 1102 in the Mirage Grand Hotel tonight."

At 6:30 in the evening, Hazel was already in the hotel room.

She wore a white bathrobe on the outside and a black lace low-cut set inside.

Anxiously, she waited, worried that Esmond might not show up.

At seven, a "beep" sound rang out from the door way.

A handsome man walked over, tall and imposing, exuding mature male charm.

Esmond saw the woman wrapped in a bathrobe and casually took off his coat, "Miss Palmer, sorry to keep you waiting."

Hazel's heart was racing, but with her revenge plan in mind, she greeted him playfully, "I was starting to think Agent Vanderbilt stood me up. Got me all anxious there for a sec!"

Esmond seized the chance to wrap his arm around her slender waist. "Miss Palmer, you're a real knockout. It'd be my loss if I didn't show up."

He had principles and wasn't promiscuous, but Hazel just happened to have everything he appreciated in a date.

Her hourglass figure gave a natural and classic feminine allure.

Most importantly, those similar eyes.

With no strings attached, he didn't mind having a good fuck.

Hazel undid the man's belt with a seductive look.

"Being with Agent Vanderbilt is truly an honor. Will you make sure to take good care of me tonight?" she playfully teased.

Esmond dipped his head, pressing a kiss on the woman rosy lips, as his right hand skillfully loosened her belt. The bathrobe fell open, unveiling a seductive sight within.

The desire in his eyes deepened, "Miss Palmer, you are wild."

"Agent Vanderbilt, I have something even wilder. Do you want to see it?"

Hazel sat on his lap, grabbing the man's large hand, acting as enticing as a fox.

This black lace bra was recommended by her bestie last night.

No man could resist the allure of black lace lingerie.

The warm and soft touch filled his palm.

Esmond swiftly turned over, his gaze locking onto the woman beneath him, a spark of desire igniting between them.

"Miss Palmer, you're playing with fire."

Hazel chuckled, meeting his lips, "I can't wait any longer."

"Then I'll give you what you want."

Such a stunner, no man could escape her charm.

Esmond and her shared a passionate kiss, quickly becoming inseparable.

Hazel, who seemed bold and daring on the surface, found herself losing control as things heated up.

"Is this your first time?" Esmond lifted his head, raising an eyebrow.

Hazel's eyes were watery, and she murmured a vague agreement.

Esmond bit her lip, saying, "I'll try to be gentle."

As they went further, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Esmond ignored it and still acted like a beast.

The phone kept ringing.

Hazel cried, "A-Agent Vanderbilt, hold on!"

Esmond finally stopped, looking into her teary eyes, "You want to take the call?"

Hazel bit her lower lip and gave a slight nod, "I'll be quick..."

Esmond rolled over, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The droplets slid down onto his sensually toned abdominal muscles, sparking enticing thoughts.

But a hint of irritation shadowed his brows and eyes. After all, being interrupted midway in sex would get on any man's nerves.

Hazel shakily picked up the phone, her voice still a bit shaky. "Hello? What's up?"

"Hazel! It's awful! Your dad got picked up by the local police, they're accusing him of being involved in some illegal fraud case!" Miranda, her stepmother's voice sounded urgent over the phone.

"What? That's impossible!" Hazel almost dropped her phone.

Miranda, unable to form coherent sentences, was just crying and desperately urging Hazel to return home.

The phone call ended abruptly, leaving Hazel frozen on the other end, her mind blank.

Esmond felt that something was off, "What's going on?"

Hazel hurriedly rose to get dressed. In her haste, she nearly stumbled at the bedside but was rescued just in time by Esmond.

"Be careful."

The woman's waist was soft, just a handful.

"Sorry, officer. My family is in trouble. I need to get back quickly!"

Esmond quickly put on his clothes, reverting from the man filled with desire to the cold and reserved officer.

"I'll drive you."

Hazel declined with teary eyes, hastily dressing before rushing out.

Esmond gazed after her when he casually grabbed his phone.

But the touch of the black lace bra left on the bed captured his attention.

Hazel quickly returned home.

Miranda Harmon sat on the living room sofa, crying bitterly, while her daughter Lindsay Palmer tried to console her.

"Hazel! Where did you go? Something big happened at home, and you just came back now!" Miranda cried and scolded, "Look at how you're dressed now!"

Hazel had come in a hurry, still wearing that low-cut dress.

Her fair neck still bore many red hickeys left by Esmond's passionate bites.

Her stepsister, Lindsay, squinted her eyes, "Hazel, seriously? Are you making out with a guy just now?"

Hazel frowned, "Lindsay Palmer! Cut the crap. What's going on?!"

"You want to know what's going on? Ask your ex-boyfriend!" Lindsay shouted at her, "Your ex-boyfriend's employee is claiming our Dad did some illegal money stuff and got him arrested. Do you think your ex would go this hard on us if it weren't for you?"

Miranda also cried, "Oh my goodness! What did we do to deserve this?"

Lindsay's words hit Hazel like a thunderbolt. It turned out Wade was behind it all!

After the shock, Hazel called Wade immediately. "Wade, you've already engaged with Lucinde Olivier. Ever since we broke up, I've never bothered you. Why would you go to such lengths against our family!"

On the other end of the phone, Wade casually answered, "Hazel, it's your father suspected of embezzling public funds, I'm just acting within the law."

"My dad would never embezzle public funds! He's an upright person!" Hazel retorted.

"Then save these words in the court; I'm not the judge," Wade sneered.

Hazel felt a coldness in Wade's nonchalant tone, and reluctantly, she had to humble herself. "Wade, what do you want from me to spare my dad?"

"Be my mistress, and I'll spare your dad's life," Wade replied.

Shocked, Hazel snapped, "Wade! This is too much. I can't be with you again, especially now that you're engaged to Miss Olivier!"

"In that case, there's nothing I can do," Wade sneered. "Considering how much trouble your dad's in, get ready for the hammer to drop – your old man might be looking at a lifetime behind bars."

With that, he ended the call.

Hazel didn't expect Wade to be so ruthless.

After their breakup, she played the role of the ideal ex, never bothering him again. But he? He turned into a complete jerk, out to hurt her family!

Lindsay and Miranda overheard the entire conversation.

Miranda seemed to glimpse a glimmer of hope and encouraged Hazel, "Haze, for your dad's sake, why not consider Wade's proposal? The Roffe family is loaded, and being his mistress might not be a bad idea!"

"And if it weren't for you, Dad wouldn't be in jail," Lindsay added, "Just say yes to him!"

Hazel couldn't believe what she just heard.

"You want me to be a mistress?"

"What's wrong about that? Your dad has looked after you for so many years; making a small sacrifice is nothing!" Miranda noticed some suspicious hickeys on Hazel's neck. "Besides, it seems like you're quite experienced in handling such situations!"

Hazel clenched her fists. "I will never become Wade's mistress!"

"Hazel, you're so selfish! Dad has raised you in vain! You shameless ingrate!" Lindsay scolded.

Hazel gave her a hard slap.

"Say that one more time, and I'll make sure your mouth stays shut forever!"

Hazel stormed out of the stifling house. In her wake, Lindsay screamed, and Miranda was using the dirtiest words to curse her.

Hazel was exhausted.

Miranda was her father's second wife, and Lindsay was her stepsister.

The deceitful mother-daughter pair had been putting on an act for years.

Now that her father was arrested, their true color couldn't be hidden anymore.

If it were Lindsay or Miranda who got arrested, Hazel wouldn't help.

But it was her father. Over the years, her father took great care of her.

Hazel thought of a name - Esmond Vanderbilt.

Esmond was the supervisory special agent. If he were willing to investigate this matter, there might be a way out.

But seeing Esmond again was not easy.

She lingered at the police station's entrance for three days, but there was no sign of him.

She had to seek help from her best friend Tanvi Konda. Tanvi was dating a wealthy man recently, rich and influential, with a lot of inside information.

She told Hazel that Esmond would attend a birthday banquet at Briarwood Hall on Saturday.

This banquet was organized by the upper-class society, very luxurious, and she might meet acquaintances.

But Hazel was in no mood to care about this.

After getting the invitation, Hazel didn't hesitate. She chose a one-shoulder blue fishtail evening gown, tightly fitting, outlining a perfect waist and hips, with a breathtaking cleavage.

Seductive like a blooming rose.

Tanvi's eyes sparkled when she saw Hazel, "Hazel baby, you're fucking hot! No man can resist you. Tonight, Esmond will be yours for sure!"

However, a hint of bitterness crept into Hazel's heart.

How good is it to serve someone with your body? Will you still be loved when you're no longer young and beautiful?

At the banquet, Tanvi went to socialize on the other side with her date.

Esmond hadn't arrived yet, so Hazel wandered aimlessly.

"Hazel Palmer, isn't you broke? How can the security let you in?" A mocking voice came from behind.

Hazel turned and saw Lucinde Olivier, Wade's fiancée who used to be her college roommate.

It was her who snatched Wade away by all means.

Lucinde dressed in a pink tulle dress, had an angelic face, but her words were extremely venomous.

"Your dad was recently caught embezzling, right? Instead of trying to get him out, you come out dressed like this, he really raised an ungrateful bitch." Lucinde sneered.

Hazel simply ignored her.

She didn't want to confront her, as she wasn't here tonight to have a catfight with Wade's fiancée.

However, when Wade approached and embraced Lucinde's waist, Hazel still felt a pang in her heart. They were so close.

Just like they were before.

Wade kissed his rich fiancée, then turned his head, furrowing his brow when he spotted Hazel. "Hazel, are you here to bother me again? My heart belongs to Luce now. Stop daydreaming!"

Lucinde proudly leaned on Wade's chest.

Hazel's nails dug into her palms.

Wade was a real hypocrite!

Just a few days ago, he was pressuring her to be his mistress, and now suddenly he and Lucinde were acting like they're ride or die.

Hazel sneered, "Wade, even if you're the last man in the world, I wouldn't spare a look at you. You're utterly disgusting!"

Wade's face stiffened.

Lucinde was infuriated. "Who do you think you are to despise MY Wade? He's the one who dumped you, not the other way around! And look at what you're wearing. Are you a hooker?"

Wade's eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't show much on his face.

He held Lucinde's shoulder, "Don't argue with such a woman; it's not worth it."

"Let's go, honey. Your father is waiting for you." With that, Wade left with Lucinde.

Hazel loathed him and felt so disgusted.

How could she not see through that heartless man and fall for him?

The banquet went on, and no one noticed this small conflict.

Hazel waited, sipping her third cup of champagne, until Esmond finally arrived.

Dressed in a navy blue tuxedo, Esmond stood surrounded by a group of people, shining like a star in the crowd. Tall and upright in that tuxedo, he possessed a mature charm.

His cool and reserved aura was accompanied by a touch of wildness, emphasized by the scar at the corner of his eye.

Upon Esmond's entrance, all eyes were drawn to him, making him the instant center of attention.

The Vanderbilt family was the head of the four major families in the New York, and he was the youngest supervisory special agent.

There were plenty of people eager to connect with him.

Esmond remained indifferent, not too friendly, but still maintaining basic courtesy.

His friend, Garrit Schmitt, grinned and raised his glass in a toast, saying, "It's truly an honor to have Agent Vanderbilt at my birthday party. Here's to the great Agent Vanderbilt!"

Esmond expressionlessly replied, "Stop it."

As Garrit was about to continue teasing his good friend, he suddenly noticed a beauty in the corner.

A woman in a fishtail long dress, revealing her fair shoulders, well-endowed in the front and curvy in the back.

"Hey, Eddie, look over there. The woman in the blue dress is so hot," Garrit said.

Esmond was chatting with the head of the electric group.

Turning his head casually, he saw Hazel threw a seductive glance at him from a distance.

Garrit grinned, "Wow! She likes you, buddy."

Esmond's brows furrowed slightly, turning back to the conversation, "Mr. Newman, your case will have results in three days. I can't give you any answer, even if you ask me now."

After that, Esmond excused himself and went to his private restroom.

When he opened the wardrobe, a graceful beauty peeked out from inside.

"Miss Palmer?"

Esmond was stunned, raising his eyebrow.

Hazel's hands, like vines, hooked around the man's neck. "Agent Vanderbilt, I've been waiting for you."

Her right leg rubbed against the man's trousers.

"Miss Palmer seems to be dressed quite revealing tonight." Many men at the party had their eyes on her, and Esmond's gaze fell on her voluptuous figure. "Are you playing hide and seek? I must say I'm a little surprised by the place you chose to hide."

"No wonder Agent Vanderbilt's heart is beating so fast." The woman rubbed against the man's strong chest with her breasts, "If you don't mind, I think I can compensate for Agent Vanderbilt's shock."

With her alluring figure pressed against him, he got a boner, like every normal man.

Esmond lifted her chin, "What compensation, Miss Palmer's first time?"

A woman who took the initiative and happened to check all the boxes of his preferences in a sexual partner.

He could give it a try.

Hazel smiled charmingly, "Then, Agent Vanderbilt, be gentle with me. I'm... quite sensitive to pain."