~Lola~I made myself some tea and went to my favorite spot, the balcony. I looked up at the sky, and I was disappointed that there were no stars. The only thing I could see was a thick and heavy-looking cloud. “It’s going to rain tonight,” I mumbled to myself, and I walked back inside. Last month, I started antenatal classes. It was fun to actually learn how to change diapers and how to hold a baby properly. I took out my phone, checked the time, and started to hear the sound of rain outside. It has been nice to have people around. Evelyn and Ruth are the best.“Ma’am, if you wouldn’t like anything tonight, I would like to go to bed early tonight.”“It’s okay, Evelyn; go rest. You need it.” I looked at the time and decided to go to sleep too since I’m going to antenatal classes tomorrow.The morning sun poured in through the gaps in the curtains. I groaned and woke up. Heading straight to the bathroom, I took a shower, dressed, and headed downstairs. Breakfast was ready, so I sat down
~DANTE~My search for Lola has been going on for more than six months now. I have refused to allow Candice to visit my house for nearly three months. I broke things off with Candice, but the girl seemed not to get the message. I don’t want her; I only want Lola, my wife. Candice suggested that we become friends. She kept me company and knew when not to cross the line. I will never forget what I promised my wife. I promised her that I would be her prince as long as she remained the princess, but I fell short. I had let her down. I took her innocence and told her we couldn’t work. She was the woman I married, the love of my life, but I failed our love. I didn’t have sex with some fucking girl. I slept with my wife! However, like an idiot, I offended her sentiments for Candice, her girlfriend. While she was my wife, she watched me share a room with my girlfriend. She made numerous sacrifices for me, and what did I give her in return? I treated my wife as if she were a side dish, despite
~Lola~Dante’s mother has been visiting me and assisting me with a variety of tasks and errands. I thought I’d be able to do it alone, but having her here makes all the difference. I have no idea how she does it. She has spent the last few months protecting me and her grandchildren, and it feels good to have her by my side. The children’s room is now ready. But I’m so tired, though. I’m tired, and my stomach feels like it’s going to burst. I really don’t want to do anything. To prepare for giving birth, Dante’s mother and I have been going to antenatal classes. She hated the idea of Mason accompanying me. I don’t blame her, though. She says that Mason has feelings for me and that his motives are not pure, which I personally find funny as Mason and June are my friends and they have been helping me. I know I have just met them, but Mason never gave me the idea that says, “Hey Lola, I want you.” I think all this is just in my mother’s head. There are some nasty women at the antenatal cla
~DANTE~I entered the grand hotel and found Candice waiting for me in one of the corners. It’s more as though she’s embarrassed to be seen with me. To be honest, baby girl, I’m game. I know about your Jackie Chan boyfriend. Playing with her would be a lot of fun. It’s obvious that she adores Jackie Chan, but how did she manage to trick me? I’ve now lost Lola. It was because of this woman that I lost her. I opted to stand in the reception area in order for her to see me and approach me. However, Candice remained immobile. I know what she is doing. She wants me to reserve a room and meet her at the elevator. Why wasn’t I able to see through these activities previously? She has always acted in this manner toward me. She is adamant about not being seen with me in public yet claims to love me. If that is the case, then I will make sure that your martial arts boyfriend sees you with me. That’s a promise, and I’ll keep it. I continued to pretend I didn’t see her and started to glance around,
Dante woke up the next morning feeling like shit. He felt like he had been hit by a train. He groaned, glaring around, then walked into the bathroom to freshen up.“I’ll be damned if I go to work today. I fucking need a break, and besides, I’ve been buried in my work ever since my wife left.” He mumbled that to himself. After doing his business, he headed back to bed, sleeping a little bit more.Dante walked into his study immediately after he woke up. He massaged his eyes as he stared at the heap of documents on his desk. It had been a tough day for him, made more difficult by his inability to locate Lola. He missed her, and he was fully aware that her departure was entirely his fault. He checked the clock after checking over some paperwork. It was already 1:00 a.m. He rose from his desk, winced at his backache, and walked out of his office. He proceeded directly to his room. He was ready to shower when thoughts of Lola making love to him for the final time flashed through his head.
~DANTE~I sat up in bed, blinking my eyes open. I was awake. My eyes felt sweaty, and I massaged them with my fingers as I pushed myself out of bed, kicking off the bedsheets. In an instant, I could feel my eyes becoming more irritated. I groped for my phone on the nightstand, thinking Elvis had sent me a message informing me of my wife Lola’s whereabouts. Regrettably, there were only missed calls from Candice. I checked the clock and realized I had plenty of time to work out. I dashed to the bathroom and took care of business as fast as possible. Then I dried my hands and face before exiting the bathroom and entering my walk-in closet, where I started searching for a towel so I could head to my gym, but then I couldn’t find any of the towels. I got annoyed as I’ve never run short of towels. "Why am I paying helpers if they can’t get a single thing straight?" Annoyed, I went to the side of the closet where I keep Lola’s clothes when she comes to visit. A towel caught my eye in one of
There was no doubt that Dante was up to no good. His unwavering devotion to Candice vanished into thin air. The fact that Dante’s sentiments towards her had altered since Lola vanished into thin air and that his love for her had changed as well was not a surprise to Candice. After all, the man only loved Lola. All she wanted was to get him closer to her, but trying to do it with her two hands was like trying to move a sturdy building with a hammer. When Lev called her, she thought that she would be given Lola’s position since she had started to attend meetings with Dante. Despite the fact that she was still upset over what had transpired at the hotel that day, Candice was enthusiastic about the meeting. The only thing that came to her as she prepared for the meeting was that Lola’s position was hers. She dressed to impress for the meeting.****~Dante~I was in the middle of completing some paperwork when Elvis called me out of nowhere.Elvis: I’ll go right to the point because I know
~Candice’s POV~My brain is fried, and I have no idea what to do next. I’m out of options at this point in time. Dante shattered my life, which is how I ended up here. I am a girlfriend who is nothing less than a housemaid. Dante made it clear that he didn’t want me, but I forced myself into this house on the pretense that I had no place to go and I owed some people money, so I couldn’t rent a place. He doesn’t even show the slightest bit of interest in me. Lola has been gone for over 2 years now, but Dante won’t give me a chance; instead, he fucks hookers while I am here, staying with him and waiting for him every month. I made dinner, arranged the table, and awaited his return. Well, he might come back or he might not come back. We rarely dine together. Oh well, I forgot to mention that he doesn’t even touch my food. I lied to him just to be closer to him, in hopes that he would stop talking about Lola and look at me, but I failed; he loves Lola. Ever since I moved into this house f
~Dante~Lola stood there, kicked the door behind her, opened her gown, dropped it on the floor, and presented herself to me like the feast that she is. I didn’t wait to be told; it was time to please her. It was impossible for me to shake the feeling that she had forgotten all about me. I forced that thought to the back of my mind, stood at my feet, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her into my chest, feeling her naked skin brush against my naked chest as we were both exposed.I bit into her neck, and she let out a whimper as I did so. That one groan expelled from my mind every unfavorable thought that had been bothering me.But how can I? How am I supposed to ignore the fact that she doesn’t remember who I am?"I wish you could remember our promise and what you are to me. I wish you could remember how I used to do everything for you like a fool in love but could confess my love for you." She did not provide a response. She turned around while she was in my arms, and the sensatio
~Dante~When I heard my little girl scream, I was in my study; I immediately ran out of the study and went to the location from which she was screaming. When I entered Lola’s bedroom, I found her lying on the carpet. I picked her up and placed her on the bed before dialing Emily, our family physician, as quickly as I could. She didn’t squander a single second. Emily was not able to provide any information regarding Lola’s memory because that was not her area of expertise, but she did check on Lola and let us know that she was doing fine. I couldn’t leave her room because I wasn’t sure if she was going to be okay. The children were in the same state of anxiety as I was, and they refused to leave her room. Even though Lola doesn’t remember anything, I know that she has been trying her best for the children, and there have been times when I’ve gotten the impression that she’s being too hard on herself. Since we had our first passionate encounter in my study, Lola and I have been unable t
~Candice~I pulled the trigger, and I shot June Blackwood out of anger, but what drew my attention was the sinister smile that Dante Monroe gave me at the moment of the shooting. It doesn’t make sense. It just doesn’t. After giving it a lot of thought, I came to the conclusion that I had been tricked. Was that enigmatic, horrifying man sent to me by Dante? No! Dante is far too easygoing. I turned to look at the pool of blood that I had just created. I was supposed to be nowhere near Dante and his family. Despite this being stated in the protection order that was issued against me, Dante and I had a perfectly normal conversation today, but why?Wait…. He knew of my plans. Where the fuck is Mason Blackwood? As I was still pondering about Mason Blackwood, the man who gave me the silver gun walked in with Mason Blackwood in a wheelchair, mouth wide open, as though he were gaping for air, except he wasn’t. The man was drooling, and one could tell he couldn’t do anything for himself.For ho
~Dante~I took a seat and waited for June Blackwood, but in all honesty, she was just there to talk about the Lolitta hotel, not love, and I don’t like women who are that desperate. I had the impression that the woman had moved on from the fixation she had on me, but learning that she and her brother had planned it all was a royal pain in the ass. The picture that was sent to me wasn’t a mistake; Mason knew all about it and acted innocent all along. June, right from the beginning, was very forthright about her goals, which is one trait of an overly ambitious woman that I have never liked. I looked over and saw Candice picking up her flute and beginning to walk in my direction.Let the game begin.Because I despised her with such a burning rage, I made sure that I sat in a location that was a great distance away from where she was seated. Just the sight of her makes my stomach turn."Mr. Monroe, you continue to exude an air of sophistication." She was kind enough to offer a compliment.
~Mason~ I have a deep-seated, abiding loathing for Antonio Guerra. He beat me at my own game; I spiked his drink, but he switched drinks when I least expected it. The house even had a wheelchair ready for me. It’s hard for me to believe I’m in this predicament. He dragged me all the way to Dante’s office and then abandoned me there, fully aware that I would remain silent even if I had the willpower to do so. That one man had everything well thought out. He knew Lola wanted Dante, and he left me here to watch as they fucked each other’s brains out. I got to see everything, including everything that I yearned to claim as my own. Her long legs were wrapped around Dante’s waist, further tormenting me because I could never have her, touch her, or even feel her presence. Antonio made sure of it. He made me watch it all as they hungrily devoured each other. As I watched the show, I couldn’t help but let a tear fall down my cheek. My cock couldn’t even get hard; Antonio made sure I was a dead
~Lola~As I screamed his name, my heart came dangerously close to bursting through my chest. My legs are jelly-like. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at his face before releasing his grip. As he brought my finger close to his nose and then to his mouth in order to taste me, he had a look of torment in his dark eyes the entire time. "You taste divine, Mi Amor." He uttered those words in a low, husky whisper. Those words got me even wetter. He pulled me closer to him, and I felt the swell of his bulge, this time needing attention—my attention. I moaned and started to rub against his swollen bulge."Easy, Bunny."The sound of his voice caused a sudden and intense arousal in my pussy. He pressed his lips to my neck, and instead of leaving wet, soft kisses, he started to lick. Every glistening drop of sweat that he ingested, he ingested it. I was unable to take it any longer, so I began to thrash violently against his bulge."If you keep doing that, I’m going to fuck the living day
~Lola~The need to be taken by Mr. Monroe was becoming unbearable. It was meant to be a seduction, but it ended up turning into desires instead. The origins of my desires are a mystery to me; I just can’t seem to put my finger on them. All I know is that when Mr. Monroe grabbed my ass, I wanted more. The need to have one’s needs met awakens from its momentary slumber within. With a lopsided grin, he leaned closer to me and said, "You are playing with fire, Mrs. Monroe. The need to part your legs and bury me deep inside you is becoming irresistible, Mi Amor." His voice, all raspy and masculine, was too much for me to bear. I looked up at him, feeling desperate and helpless.What the fuck is wrong with me?He looked so possessive, ready to take me, but hesitating.No! I don’t want him to hold back; in fact, I want him so badly that all I can think about at the moment is him kissing me as hungrily as he did before. I don’t want him to hold back. A hostile grin formed on his face as he cl
~Dante~"Look, a Guerra doesn’t show weakness, and you are starting to piss me off."I am no fucking Guerra; I am a Monroe. My uncle won’t refer to me as a Monroe, and the fact that he won’t is starting to get on my nerves. I hate it when Lola spends time with that bastard. I cringe every time I see her flash a grin at him, and Antonio is always nagging me to bring her closer to him. What if they end up making out in the end? I try to push the thought out of my mind."How do you expect me to be calm when she’s in there with him? What are they talking about?" He looked at me with a repulsed expression. One thing that stands out to me about Antonio is that he despises being put on the spot with questions. He opened his coat and pushed a document in my direction before closing it again. I looked at him and waited for him to explain what was going on before proceeding."io cazzo odio gli idioti." I wish I knew what he was saying, but I know he’s cursing me. After taking a glance at the ti
~Lola~Everything is now crystal clear, perhaps even too clear for my liking. Even now, I have no idea how to approach this situation. The nerve of him! How dare they do this to me? I feel like crying, but then I can’t really blame anyone but myself. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to recall anything at all."You okay?" Bianca asked, and I responded in the affirmative, fully aware that our encounter wasn’t a coincidence but rather predetermined by fate. Even though I can’t remember anything from before, I now know the truth. As I went to pick up my bags, I found myself questioning whether or not anything of this nature is still worth it. I went out of the store and waved my hand to Bianca as I walked to the car and got inside.Antonio and I drove home, and I didn’t say anything throughout the drive. When I got home, I found the kids playing, so I stood there and watched them for a moment before rushing upstairs to my room and locking the door behind me. I need some time to