~Lola~I moved to a position where I could see out of one of the windows in my bedroom and took in the scenery outside. The rays of the unrelenting southern sun are reflected brilliantly by the water of the ocean. The sea was lazily making its way up onto the beach, and I couldn’t wait to put my bare feet in the warm sand and let my worries wash away. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. The lush greenery that surrounded the house gave off the impression of possessing curative properties, which helped ease the strain on my already overburdened heart and put my mind at ease. Ozark was eerily quiet and serene. Calm is something that is lacking in my life and is the one and the only thing I require at this precise moment: tranquility. My life has recently been nothing but a farce, chaos, never-ending rage, and regrets. I redirected my attention to the scenery and tried to take some pleasure in it so that I wouldn’t have to concentrate on how Dante was making my life very hard. The
~Dante~Lola has left, and she is now somewhere outside of New York City. She is currently in Ozark. I don’t really know what went down at that party. I went out to make a phone call, and when I came back inside the house, she was already leaving. After everything that happened that day, she approached me with the proposal of ending our marriage. It seems like even the universe is against us. I am aware that we argue every time she is in the house, but I miss seeing her sneak around the house in an attempt to make herself something to eat while she is avoiding me. The house seemed so much emptier without her. The children will not stop asking about their mother, so I have no choice but to lie to them about where she is. I hate lying to them, especially with Kai and Tyler seeing through my lies. I don’t know why those two boys behave like adults. They miss their mother, and I miss her, too. Strange, I know, but the idea of seeing her and my kids under the same roof appeals to me—a sad
~Dante~I was on my way to meet my lawyer with regard to the divorce when I received a call from Lev reminding me of the Japanese project. I cursed because I had completely forgotten about it. Fuck, what was my PA doing? The last few times I’ve seen her, she’s been a total mess and very unprofessional. It seems like all she thinks about is my cock. I have seen the way she looks at me. I will fucking have to fire her; she is very incompetent.I turned my car around while I called my lawyer to cancel, as I had to prepare those documents. Lola managed those documents back then, and she is very knowledgeable about the Japanese market. This was five years ago. That deal was secured by her single-handed efforts, and now that it has expired, we need to find a way to reinstate it, but I have no fucking idea what to do. When I got home, I found her sitting down to dinner with the children. They looked happy seeing their mother; I was supposed to be at that table with them, but I couldn’t becau
~Dante~By the time Lola and I had done half the project, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was hard as fuck, and I needed a release. Lola was just standing there doing her thing, and I felt like I was slowly crumbling on the inside. Veins were already popping out on my face. I needed her. Fuck, I wanted to bury my face between her round, sinful butts. Hell, this is getting out of hand, and the wood in between my legs is begging for attention. Whether it was voluntary or not, Lola was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t give in. I just can’t give in. She was driving me absolutely insane with those tantalizing curves, swinging for me in every way that was physically possible. Her delicate skin was so revealed to me, and her rosy, delectable lips were so close...Fuck, I want her lips wrapped around my cock.No, Dante!I let out a yell into the space behind my head. The direction in which my thoughts were wandering was starting to scare me; it was dangerous. It’s far too dangerous for my own g
~Lola~ Dante is an extremely twisted individual, one who is both very dark and twisted at the same time. Since he asked for my help with the Japanese contract yesterday, things have been a little awkward between us. As if staring at my ass wasn’t enough, the man fucking got a boner in front of his daughter. He probably won’t be turned on by me, right? I mean, he hates me. I just want to get it over with this project so that he can sign the damn divorce papers. In order for us to finish the project today, he made the decision to work from home. However, I have no doubt that they will ask him to travel to Japan. They did the same thing to me five years ago. The timing couldn’t have been better for me; they were looking for someone who prioritized family. They have such a strong commitment to traditional family norms that Dante would have to find someone else to play the role of his wife. I’m not sure how they are going to take it, as then they knew we were married. If they ever ask him
~Dante~I’m in a lot of trouble! Having to work alongside Lola has been an excruciating experience. I’ve reached the point where I’m not sure if I can continue to take it anymore. I’ve tried to ignore my desire to be with her, but it’s hard to ignore what my heart desires right now. Maybe I am at fault after all. Perhaps I was the one who made it difficult for her to tell me she was pregnant. I’m not sure if I was ever unapproachable, but it could have been my fault after all. I just can’t get over how she makes me feel. I have been riding solo to like 3–4 times daily, and it’s fucking not enough. I’m in desperate need of a regular release, but if I go looking for it anywhere else, the process will be thrown off completely. It would be the same as starting over completely from scratch. I don’t know what is going on, but one thing I know is that there is still hope for me and Lola. Even if we do end up getting a divorce, it won’t be because of any animosity between us; rather, it will
~Dante~Bloody Suzuki Industries! Mr. Suzuki’s demands are too high. The man fucking wants me to fly to Japan. Not only for the sake of the alliance but also because the man wishes for my wife and me to be guests at the wedding of his daughter. Thank God I could convince Lola to accompany me, which, of course, would be hell on earth. I have to fucking give a speech about marriage. Hell, I know nothing about marriage. My marriage is, well, I’m not sure if I have one. My five-year marriage hasn’t even gotten off the ground yet. I fucking know nothing about being married. Which is, of course, wonderful considering that my wife and I tried to run away from our feelings. I married the love of my life five years ago, yet the fucking marriage hasn’t started. Lola and I are back to square one if not zero. We are just at the beginning of our marriage. Hell, I haven’t enjoyed anything about this marriage. It’s as though ours was a fucking arranged marriage. The only thing that will always make
~Dante~"May I have this dance, my lady?" says the Asian-accented guy as he pushes her towards him, causing me to loosen my grip on her. I blinked and opened my eyes to meet my worst nightmare, Shin Suzuki.No, Bunny, he doesn’t get to get the first dance; I am your fucking husband, damn it!You must be wondering why Shin and I don’t see eye-to-eye. To tell the truth, this is a very lengthy tale."Seems like I can finally have that dance, Mr. Monroe."Fucking no! Hell fucking no!I didn’t do anything more than just stand there and give Hinata a look that said, "Don’t you fucking get the message," and then I walked away. I found myself walking toward Mr. Suzuki, the man who fucking needed to call his children into order. My wife is the target of one of them, while I am the target of the other."Dante Monroe, you sure have a beautiful and talented wife, and a smart one at that." He said this as he sipped his champagne and raised his glass. It makes no difference to me; we have to talk a
~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