~Candice~
I was watching Dante and Lola get married while with my Asian boyfriend. I couldn’t give a damn. Lola is always there to save the day. As is customary, she saved the day again today. I occasionally feel sorry for her because she is constantly bringing joy to others. I admire her for her selflessness. She has never been in a relationship. I despise admitting it, but their kiss nearly compelled me to dig my claws into my flesh. Dante is entirely mine, and Lola will always protect me. I locked my gaze on my guy. I could tell he had concluded that I was not dating Dante. He is not comparable to Dante’s Damnation. Dante is a sex god. I’m simply not accustomed to sleeping with a single man. I can get away with anything with Lola by my side.
~Dante~
I’m completely baffled by what's going on.
Candice appeared to be interested in becoming my wife. However, she failed to appear at the wedding. Candice has never attended a single event with me. It’s always been Lola who saves the day. Lola is my best friend and more like a younger sister to me. Naturally, there were times when I wished I could take her, but she was simply too innocent. I don’t want to jeopardize our relationship. I was there to witness her blossom. She was nine years old when I first met her, and she insisted on playing with a sixteen-year-old. I used to tease the little girl, who was constantly promising to be my baby sister. I began developing affection for her when she reached sixteen. Even still, she was always my Lolita. She is now 25 years old, while I am 32. She is still the one person I can rely on in any situation. I recall the first time she spotted her period. She sobbed, believing there was something wrong with her. I showed her how to put on a sanitary pad, so that’s something. Isn’t that revolting? I am aware, but I was compelled to do so. She lacked friends. I was her friend. As a result, I used YouTube to guide me through the process. I’m even aware of the days on which she has her menstruation. I am quite familiar with Lola. And she is well acquainted with me. People refer to me as impolite, although I am not. Maybe they’re just not my thing. Perhaps I simply prefer Lola’s company to that of any other person. I occasionally feel awful about requesting favors from her. She has never once said no to me. Here she is now, as you can see. She consented to marry me as if she didn’t have any other commitments in her life. At times, I have the impression that she does not see the need to have a boyfriend because I am present all the time. I had never seen her before with a male. She is 25 years old and knew me just like her brother and best friend. I grabbed my phone and dialed my girlfriend’s number. The phone had been switched off. I attempted to contact her throughout the day, but she was nowhere to be found. Her phone was switched off. I started consuming hard liquor.
How did Candice manage to do this to me? What made her do this? Was she going to be my wife today?
My wife is now my best friend. I began drinking. I felt compelled to fuck Lola. I’m not sure why, but it just felt right. Today’s kiss was quite amazing. More of it would have been better for me. It was magical. I made a conscious effort not to think about it, but I can’t stop thinking about her lips right now. I entered the bedroom and immediately heard the sound of running water. I stripped down to my underwear and entered the bathroom. She was oblivious to my presence, but I had already seen her naked. She was flawless. There would be no going back. She retreated slightly, and her body collided with mine. I brushed my lips over hers as she turned before she could say anything. She was perplexed. I nipped at her nipple. She opened her mouth to moan, but my tongue suffocated her. I pulled her up against the shower glass. The water streaming over our bodies and the accompanying steam made me as hard as a rock.
I’m powerless to stop It feels so natural, although I know it is wrong. This is Lola, my little Lolita. I'd had a thing for a person who is both my best friend and my sister for a long time, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell my friend that I was interested in her.As ecstasy floods into my chest and travels down to my cock as I kiss her, I feel a drop of pre-cum leaking from my dick. I have never moaned so loudly in my entire life. I pushed my cock at her entrance as I lifted her hip. We simultaneously moaned. I swear I am going to kill her with my cock today. I grabbed her hair as I probed her mouth. She had the taste of pure heaven. I know that I’m about to make a mistake, but I’m powerless to stop. She is far too flawless. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, which caused her to gag. I dipped my tongue into her mouth and left her gasping for air. Our tongues are entwined. I could kiss her every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of doing so.
Fuck, I hauled her up, her legs encircling my waist. I snuggled her into bed. I gazed at her, her lips pouting. I smeared dripping kisses down her neck. I came to a halt between her breasts. I raised my eyes to find her red like a tomato. Her lips were parted, and her passionate face caused my pre-cum to drip once more. My blood was boiling, and I really needed her. I kept my gaze fixed on her as I stroked my index and middle fingers along her tits. I wrapped the tip of my tongue around her nipple and then snatched it between my teeth. Instantaneously, it hardened into a nub. As she screams, her body begins to wither."Dante!" I did not know my name would sound so delicious coming from her mouth.I was propelled on by her pleas for pleasure. I snatched the second cup from her grip and palmed her breast. I pinch the tip between my fingers, causing her to gasp and spasm, releasing the nipple, firming up, and pushing the other breast into my mouth.I lowered my head and kissed her stomach, my tongue sliding into her belly button. I descend until I reach her teeny-tiny pussy. I buried my head between her knees, positioned my mouth on her clit, and sucked her hard, kneeling her legs wide. I groan. She tasted really wonderful. My tongue swizzles across her folds. She jerks her pelvis up for me by bending her knees and using her feet. My cock had enough of the torture. However, I was not finished with her. I yanked at her clitoral region with my teeth. Her screams got more strident, and I heard her shout my name as pleasure waves tore through her body. I inserted my finger into her pussy and began thrusting. She was leaking, the moisture evaporating from her pussy to the gap of her ass, soaking the sheets underneath her. I slipped my tongue through her wetness, savoring the delectability of her essence.
I pushed my fingers back and began thrusting into her. Her moans could be heard resonating throughout my room. I couldn’t care less. I knew my mother was around, but she was in the opposite wing of my mansion. I licked my fingertips. With my tongue, I went all in. I fuck her pussycat with my tongue till she bucks and jerks in my grasp. My tongue sinks deeper inside her with each movement she makes. After pulling on her clit between my teeth, she moans loudly and calls my name more frequently. I sucked it in between my lips and flicked it around with my tongue to make it taste better.~ Lola~I knew it was wrong, and I also knew I couldn’t stop. I desired him so much that I found myself desiring more of his actions. When he buried his face in my pussy, I moaned. His nose pressed on my throbbing clit while his tongue dug deep into my pussy. I was aware that Dante was skilled at sex. While I do not know, I am ashamed to admit that I lied to him when he inquired whether I had begun having sex. I lied to avoid him, thinking I was uninteresting. I’m aware that he’s soon to discover that I lied to him about my virginity loss. I widened my legs even further for him. I could hear him muttering under his breath. He began delicately kissing my clitoral area. The location I discovered today makes me see stars.
"Dante."As he kissed my clit, I whispered his name in a soothing voice. My hand flew to the back of his head. He chuckled as he pushed him towards me. I bit the inside of my lower lip. He began applying the ideal amount of pressure in order to elicit my orgasm. While I was crying, he reached out and blew a warm breath across my streaming slit."Dante!" I yelled out. "Oh, my God!" As my orgasm built once more, I burst into tears."Let go, Lola, let go for me, baby."He cooed before clamping his lips over my clit and sucking on me roughly as I cum on his tongue."Fuck! I love you, Lola." I know he shouldn’t say this to me. But he said it."I love you too, Dante. Aargh!" I screamed.He slid between my legs before sinking into me with a forceful thrust that caused me to scream at the top of my lungs."Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed.His eyes widened as he drew back slightly to reveal a bloodied dick, and he glanced back at me and buried his head in my chest. Tears flowed. It was painful, but I was afraid to tell him because I had lied to him. He was unaware. I began to move slightly, which aggravated the discomfort."Don’t move," he said.He put one of my nipples in his mouth and began to move a little. It was agonizing.~ DANTE~
Shit!I started to see stars. Each muscle in my body is currently contracting. I’m not sure if I should continue with this. Every inch of me is now resisting the desire to thrust forward. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I’m attempting to contain my rage. She ought to have informed me. I could have been a little more gentle with my first thrust.What was she thinking when she didn’t tell me?I’m in a foul mood right now. That was one hell of a thrust, to say the least. I pushed myself back in."Oh my God," I’m completely at a loss for what to do, but dammit, she’s sweet. I growled incoherently.
I gave out a gentle thrust while squeezing my eyes shut with my teeth clenched.Fuck! She’s so tight.I took possession of her lips and began exploring her pussy. I started to hear her moaning. Then I picked up the speed. I drove forward, and I felt as though her walls were closing in on me. My gaze travels to her face, where I notice her lips are open. I tucked my cock further into her pelvis. Her pussy sucked up all of my energy. She swallowed me whole. As I pushed deep into her, my thumb assaulted her clit. Her walls clutched my cock so hard that I was on the verge of cuming, but I was not finished with her yet. Because of the way her walls are holding me in, I can hardly move my cock. Her cries got more intense, and her breathing became more rapid.
I rammed into her, thrusting deeper and deeper despite the fact that I knew I shouldn’t because this was her first time. She made no complaint. Rather than that, she encircled my waist with her knees and placed her fingers on my neck. I was thrusting into her harder and faster, my thumb pressing against her clit. I continued doing so until I felt my release take control. I withdrew my thumb and shoved with all my might. It was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself."Look at me!" I exclaimed.She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on me. We were saturated with perspiration."Come with me, my Lolita." I snarled.Pumping harder into her pushed me to the brink of unconsciousness. When I heard her screaming my name, I couldn’t stop myself. I knew that she was coming. While we were both inhaling strongly, I spurted my cum inside her pussy and buried my face in her.When I got up, I saw Lola trying to get up from the bed. I had to carry her to the restroom since she was too weak to walk. I mean, who would walk in her condition? I destroyed her pussy. When I caught another glimpse of her, I felt myself tensing up all over again. My beast wanted her. We moved from the shower to the balcony, then, after a while, to the sofa, doing every intimate position that I could think of. Her cries became groans. Her hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her screams. I was aware that I was thrusting too quickly. She wrapped my legs around my waist once the waves of pleasure and anguish subsided."Fuck, Lolita, you’re so tight." I barked."Don’t stop," she begged."I love your pussy." Groaning, I provided her with everything she desired. When it comes to sex, I am a beast.I could see that her body was riddled with bruises. I was adamant about continuing. I twirled her around on the bed as I thrust my way in from behind her. As I exploded inside her, I noticed blood streaming from her. I knew I had destroyed her pussy. I burst into another monstrous orgasm. I noticed she wasn’t moving. I turned to face her. Her eyes were closed. I panicked. She was still breathing. Fuck! She fainted.Fuck!I made a phone call to our family doctor. She was not a squanderer of time. When she arrived, she gave me a look. I shifted my gaze far away from hers. She knew what had happened. I was wearing my sweatpants with nothing on top. My mom walked in. I rushed to cover the bed so that she wouldn’t see that I slept with her lovely daughter. My mom loved Lola with everything in her. She was like her own daughter. I saw her giving me a suspicious look, but I remained unshaken. I can’t afford to be judged by her right now."Emily, what happened to my daughter? Why is she all bruised up?" Emily looked at me. I shook my head. She knew what that meant. Emily knew that Lola and I were best friends."Mrs. Monroe, she’s fine. She had a bad dream. She hurt herself thinking she was still dreaming."I am still a suspect in my mom’s eyes. Though my mom knows that I and Lola have always shared a bed, she knows I have never touched her, but right now I am a suspect."I have to admit her. She will be fine, Mrs. Monroe.""No, I’m going with her." My mom demanded.Do you think Dante's mom will find out what happened in Dante's room?
Will Dante want to remain married to Lola, or will he break her heart?
~DANTE~ I shifted into the hospital bed in order to get a better view of the girl beside me. The girl I had recently turned into a woman. She was eerily silent. We have never been deafeningly silent or run out of things to say to one another. This is quite uncomfortable. Since she was admitted, we have been sleeping in this hospital bed. No other woman has ever given me a cold shoulder as Lola has. Is she upset because I stole her innocence and damaged her vCard? I’m desperate for her to say something. Considering what we just did, Candice doesn’t deserve what we did. I was drunk, but I knew what I had done, and I wanted to do it again. I wasn’t under the influence of alcohol, and I wouldn’t claim that I was under the influence of alcohol. I was aware of what I was doing. I never imagined that I would come close to crossing the boundary. Another minute passed in utter silence on the hospital bed. She straightened her clothing and entered the bathroom. Her skin appeared to be immacula
~Lola~I was standing and staring out the window of my bedroom. I’m considering the future. I’m thinking of the ordeals I’ve endured to get to this point. What a life I’d have to start tomorrow! I was cursing my own carelessness. I was well aware that this would be a hole I would have to dig deep into. I was aware that Dante was a no-go area, but I went anyway. For the past three months, I have pretended to be okay. Having to do this all alone hurts. It’s so painful that I’m unable to speak to a single soul about it. Why did this happen to me? As I sighed and attempted to get myself together, I began folding my clothes. I am confident that I have everything under control. I know I’ve done a lot for my future and the future of my children. I rub my tummy. I’ve been concealing my pregnancy since the day I discovered it. I am unable to inform Dante. I’ve already been behaving strangely. To God’s credit, he hasn’t observed anything. He is a friend of mine, but he is also in love with one
~DANTE~ "I intended to invite you to lunch, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to do so alone now. Given that you’ve eaten, I’ll see you at work on Monday. I had to return home at this point. My mother is ill." Candice stated. "All right, babe, take care of yourself." I sat on my couch, unsure of why I was experiencing this emotion. I’m meant to be overjoyed that I’m divorced. What is it about it that feels wrong? I know I’ve always loved my best friend and will continue to do so even more than I adore my own girlfriend. I exercised self-control for a long period of time. After sleeping with her three months ago, I occasionally slept with Candice but frequently shouted her name in my brain. Should I advise her not to file for divorce in order for us to begin a family together? Would she appreciate that? I can tell by the way she looks at me. I’m sure she has feelings for me as well. I’m not sure if this is love or simply friendship. I believe I need to speak with my mother. She provid
~Dante~My mom has never seen me cry in my 32 years of existence. Firstly, I’m not sure if I’m crying for my closest friend because I loved her but couldn’t express it or because of what she did to me last night. How can she fuck me like that and leave me? What was the reason for her departure? Is it out of fear that we will continue to cross the line? Why didn’t she tell me she wanted to leave before she did? What exactly is going on? Where should I begin my search for her? Until now, I thought we were best friends. She resigned without informing me, and she sold her house without even informing me. What exactly is going on here, Lolita?"Dante." My mother’s eyes met mine as I raised my head."I love you so much, son, but I’m afraid I’ll have to cut all ties with you this time. You will understand why I’m doing this when you locate Lola. From this point on son, stop coming here until you return, my daughter. This is entirely your fault and entirely your outright lies.""Mother, what
~Lola~As the train pulled away from NYC, heading to Ozark, I thought of the opportunities I had to express how I felt for Dante, but I couldn’t. The prom night, our dinner dates, on my 18th birthday, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I’ve been told that no matter what, a girl shouldn't be too desperate. His mom told me I should never tell him. He would have to realize his feelings for me himself. Sadly, it took years, and I'm still counting. I chuckled because it never happened; it was all in my head. Dante and Lola's story was all in my head, and this is our goodbye. Sadly, our story ends today. The story that was never there—perhaps it was all in my head— There is no Dante and Lola going forward as there was never Dante and Lola even before. I will miss him. Dante was just a natural. I loved everything about him. It was so easy to talk to him; he was a great listener, and he laughed at my silly jokes. I have never once looked at any other man the way I looked at Dante. His smile, hi
~Dante~ I had so many opportunities to tell Lola how I felt. I wasn’t brave like the 16-year-old me. When I told her I’d be her Prince Charming and she’d be my princess when she reached the age of consent, I meant it. She kept the promise and valued the promise. She never complained when she saw me with my latest flings. She was there for me, hurting and wishing I would one day remember our promise. It’s not like I didn’t remember the promise. I couldn’t tell her how I felt. I just couldn’t. I had a reason to leave work early because I had someone waiting for me. She was there to celebrate every achievement with me. She was my rock. If only I had been bold enough, she couldn’t have left. If only I had told her how I felt on her prom night. If only I had come clean on our dinner date. I was so stupid. I would take her on dinner dates, wanting to tell her I loved her, but those three words wouldn’t come out. I wasted time, and the ifs don’t matter now because I lost her. I lost my smile
~Martha~ “Emily, do you know why I summoned you here?” “Not at all, ma’am.” “You are a family doctor, correct? And I know that the information I am about to request is confidential. However, the future of this family is at stake. You’re going to tell me what happened to my daughter on her wedding day.” I breathed out, “Everything.” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Monroe, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to share that with you.” “Lola vanished, and she didn’t leave a note or anything indicating where she was going. Do you realize that if something happens to her, you will be held accountable? What if she is alone and sick? And you are refusing to disclose to me the information I have just requested?” Emily and Dante are the only ones who know what happened that night. I have asked Dante, but I can see through his lies. He is my son, but I know very well that he is the reason my Lola left. Emily is my last hope at this moment. Emily may not know where Lola is, but I am certain she is aware of what
~Lola~The drapes allowed some light from the sun to shine through. It was obvious that the overcast weather of October had not yet lifted from the landscape. I struggled to keep my eyes open as the bright sunlight beat down on my face since I really needed more rest. The loud blaring of the alarm, on the other hand, prevented me from getting any more sleep. I slowly sat up in bed and gazed around at the unfamiliar surroundings while I was in a haze. Where exactly am I? I scratched the back of my head and took another glance at the environment. It took some time before I finally registered that I was at my new residence in Ozark. It’s strange how difficult it can be to readjust to a new environment right away. I couldn’t help but crack a smile at the prospect of a fresh new day. I made my way up to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see whether I needed to go out and get some groceries. Of course, I did need to go out and get some groceries, but before I could do that, I wante
~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