Do you think Mason is as innocent as we thought he is or is he playing some sort of game?
~Mason~I don’t get it; I just don’t fucking get it. What is so special about that bastard? I mean, I’m a doctor. I might not be a billionaire, but I am a man. Why can’t she see me as one? For how long am I going to settle for a kiss? Just a kiss—I can’t fucking bonk her. How the fuck did I get here? Dante was supposed to remain in New York and fuck around like he used to. Now, he fucking showed up in Ozark and stole what was mine. Lola is what I have worked hard for. Lola is mine. Mine to taste, to tease, and to make scream.Lola, why did she have to be pregnant with that bastard? When I first saw her in Ozark, I knew she would be mine. But when I saw the pregnancy, everything changed. I knew I would have to take care of her and her kids. At first, I didn’t have a choice, but then when Dante showed up, I was happy he took them and it would be just me and Lala, just the two of us. But she rushed to New York the next morning after setting my heart on fire. After leaving me wanting more
~Lola~As I glanced at the time displayed on the wall of my office, I crossed my right leg over my left one and sat in a crossed-legged position.Nothing about the file that I am currently holding comes to mind at all. I reviewed the file multiple times, from beginning to end. Everything was in order, but something was amiss. Today is supposed to be my first day at work. These documents have my signature, and I am Mrs. Monroe. Who is Mr. Monroe?I try to push the thought out of my mind while at the same time trying to remember where I signed these documents because, according to Mason, today is my first day at this company. Wait a minute, what is my name? The lady from the HR department treated me as though I were this VIP person. Is Mr. Monroe an important person? I swatted it away once more. I pulled myself to my feet, still holding the file, and walked toward an office. To my surprise, it seemed as though I already knew where the office was located. There is no way today is my firs
~Lola~It’s been a week, and I still don’t have a good grasp on what’s been going on with me—the headache, the anxiety, and the strong urge to figure out what it is that is missing. Why does my boss always look at me as if I’m forgetting something extremely important? If Dante Monroe is my brother, why doesn’t he greet me? The only thing he does is gaze lustfully in my direction. That man eye-raped me every time he got a chance. Why would a brother be hard when looking at his own sister?I brushed it off and continued doing what I was doing. Mason has been gone for 3 days, and he’s coming back today. I called ahead and made a reservation at the restaurant located on the ground floor of the hotel. I went down the stairs and waited for my fiancé to arrive. It looks like there’s a party going on downstairs, but it’s more of a children’s party. The decorations are appealing to the eye. While I was waiting, I asked for a glass of water to keep me hydrated, and just as the waiter was settin
~Martha~ I don’t know why Dante and Catalina can’t read faces; the two idiots were all about violence yesterday, and the little time I had with Lola told me everything I needed to know about what was happening to her. Although I can’t say for certain, I have a sneaking suspicion that Lola is being drugged. How can she forget she has children? Those children are her life. After I had the impression that she and Dante were finally making headway, along came Mason Blackwood, and I’ve never had a positive impression of that boy. The first time I met him, he wanted to play dad to my grandkids and wanted people to believe Lola was his wife. One of the reasons I stepped in was because there was no way I was going to allow my grandchildren to have Blackwood’s last name. At first, I wanted to run a background check on him but stopped because he seemed pure. But now I regret it because no one is going to believe me when I tell them that Lola isn’t our Lola. Dante is in pain. Severe pain, to the
~Dante~Fucking great!Every time, I’ll be hearing about Lola. Lola this, Lola that, can’t I fucking get a break? I have made an effort to be a good husband, but it seems that no one appreciates the shit I do. I went through shit because of that girl, in the name of love.Fuck love, fuck Lola, and fuck everything else in this world. Fuck it all.She dumped me for another available dick without so much as a second thought for either our children or for me. We were supposed to be fixing our trust issues along with our relationship. Every time there is a glimmer of hope for us, she goes and ruins everything. My naïve mother thinks that she is being drugged, but in reality, they are just drugging themselves out of love for one another. After pouring another glass of scotch and consuming it all in one sitting, I got up and went to work. These days, I have absolutely no self-confidence, but having a glass of scotch in the morning helps me keep my head held high. The little confidence I had
~Dante~"Get me, Doctor Blackwoods, now! Hunt him down if possible." I yelled at Lev, but I was actually mad at myself. I was supposed to be her husband, her brother, and I knew her better than anyone else—not even her mother knew Lola more than I did. I failed her yet again. I kept failing her; when she became of age, I failed to confess my love for her but left clues for her. I told her how I felt so many times, but in riddles. How the fuck was she supposed to know I meant I loved her? Like a coward, when she didn’t get the riddles, I stepped back, and as I was thinking of how much of a coward I was, my thought took me down memory lane to when I took her hiking."Hey look!" I said while looking passionately in the direction I wanted her to look."Oh, my goodness! What do you call those? They are beautiful." She said as she looked at me expectantly and lovingly."I know, right? These are called larkspurs. I was curious, like you, the first time my mother showed them to me," I honestl
~Dante~Why the fuck did Candice pretend to be entering my office for Lola? What the fuck is actually going on here, and what kind of game are they playing? I picked up my phone and dialed Lev’s number.Me: Send the police to my office; make sure every employee leaves the premises early today.Lev: Yes, boss.Me: And Lev, did Doctor Blackwoods touch my wife?Lev: NoMe: What were the outcomes?Lev: Exactly as you had anticipated.Me: GoodI hung up the call; I was fucking losing it. Even if we had issues, I should have fought for her; I should have been her husband, but what did I do? I let another man drug my wife; I doubted her. Lola didn’t leave me for Mason; she never told me we were over. My inflated sense of self-importance caused me to make a foolish decision.Shit!My attention was brought back to the present when I heard a knock on the door of my office, and there stood the person I secretly wished to mutilate beyond recognition. I truly hate that motherfucker with a passion.
~Martha~ "I will agree to everything, as long as I get to meet my fiancé." The statement has been going over and over in my fucking head. I saw the pain in my son’s eyes. He had suffered so much. When he found out that I knew about the children, I saw hatred in his eyes; however, at this point, he is hopeless, and Dr. Blackwood has the upper hand. The police couldn’t help; Lola couldn’t remember anything. Twice I took the kids to her, and she doesn’t recall ever having children. Seeing my children suffer in such a way is excruciating for me. It breaks my heart to see Lola inflict pain on her children without even realizing it herself. My eyes started to be teary, then bloodshot, and then tears followed. "Martha, are you okay?" My husband asked, and I couldn’t lie to him—my son’s family was being torn apart by an obsessed boy. That boy has to pay. I dried my eyes with a tissue and stood up. "Yeah, I’m okay," I said as I walked into my bedroom and started packing my clothes in one of