Lola made the right decision, calling for help, but we know Nathan and he isn't going to make this exit of Lola's easy. Make sure to hit that thumbs-up button and drop those Gems. Q&A With this type of domestic violence, would you call the cops? Please leave me your thoughts in the comments.
My face feels red and hot again, starting Nathan down. I’m scared, covering myself where the bruise is. When Nathan sees it, his eyes falter but only for a moment and he looks away. “Babe. I love you, please can we talk,” he says, stepping one foot in the door. “No, don’t come any closer,” I say, holding my hand like a stop sign. “Lola, please, babe. I’m begging. I’m fucking sorry,” he says, trying to hand me the flowers. I scoff in disgust at his gesture, even more repulsed by him. Nathan’s never given me flowers, only tears and fake apologies—the perfect picture of empty promises from a horrible excuse of a boyfriend. “Babe, talk to me. I love you,” he says, pleading for me to listen. “Don’t say that,” I glare. “You don’t mean it!” “Yes, I do, Babe. Everything is gone, the pictures and the videos. She means nothing to me. I love you,” he pleads. My eyes widened with shock. Nathan’s apologizing for the affair and not beating me. He’s also saying I love you like it can fix this
Damien-on the Early Evening of Wednesday, the 28th I spent my day as a guard trying to comfort Justine. She’s in a funk because she could not see Lola today. She’s also been staring at the rose she picked for Lola all afternoon. At the diner earlier, Tobias said Lola wasn’t feeling well and called out. He slipped and mentioned it was something she ate. That alone made Justine spiral because of their dinner date. She is adamant that Lola’s not at work today because of her actions. “I scared her away,” Justine bites her lower lip nervously, “I know I did.” “I’m sure it wasn’t anything to do with you, Justine,” taking her in my arms. She’s trembling and on the verge of crying. I take my hand and cup her beautiful face, wiping a falling tear. I push back her hair and kiss her temple, helping her to calm down. We cuddle like that before she drives me off to do something else. Justine’s work day isn’t much more leisurely, canceling most of her afternoon. She opted instead to do paperwo
I run down the stairs quickly and feel a wave of relief. Justine listened and stayed in the car. I unlock the doors, and she anxiously hops out. I tell her what happened, and she stammers with her emotions. Justine eyes glaze with tears, but she pushes them aside and calms herself, now knowing what to expect. The walk back upstairs feels longer, somehow. When the door opens, Lola leaps at Justine and starts to cry. Justine takes over caring for Lola while I listen. I don’t like what I hear at all. When she’s more comfortable with me, I’ll be asking my own questions. To clear my mind, I start doing my job, looking around her apartment. I grabbed Lola’s luggage, seeing it light with only a couple of days of clothes. She intends to come back sooner than I would like. I’m sure Justine and I can convince her it’s unsafe, especially after witnessing everything this evening. First, I discreetly rummage through Lola’s well-organized desk in the hall. I find current utility bills and credit
Justine - On the evening of Wednesday, the 28th I’m anxiously sitting in the car, tapping my foot, and staring at the front door of Lola’s building. Damien’s been gone for only minutes Waiting alone has my nerves rattled from the unknown. Digging my nails into my palms, I can only assume they are getting things together. If it’s as bad as I think, I can get Lola some help through my private women’s shelter. It’s a remarkable place with experienced counselors and therapists. However, the memory makes me want to do this myself, as Lola deserves a soft personal hand. She needs to know someone cares. My heart skips a beat thinking about my past and those who were there for my darkest moments. Although the woman, Gemma, who helped me most, is no longer with us. She took me under her wing, nurtured my soul, and introduced me to Damien, Gio, and Markum. They are the three most influential men in my life, and they healed my trauma which is precisely what I want for Lola. Back when I lived
“Nathan cheats on me,” Lola whimpers, “He drinks and beats on me, and he-” Lola’s talking to me, but she’s also putting it together. I can see it in her eyes; she’s never said these things aloud. I didn’t either till I got the help I needed to get away. Her tears spill over as the words pour out as Lola explains everything that happened. She mentions horrible instances of him hurting her for no reason and forcing her into sex nightly. He even allows his friend to gawk and touch Lola without her permission. Again, this is a situation I know all too well. Lola doesn’t have to give me details as I have lived through all this myself. I open my arms to her when I think she’s finished. She dives into me, crying. I want to kiss her sorrows away, but I hold. “I’m sorry, Lola,” I say, comforting her till she settles. Again, she squirms, wincing out in genuine agony. I immediately drop my hands from her and apologize. But that’s the second time she flinched away at a light shoulder caress.
Lola - On the evening of Wednesday, the 28th When Justine walked through the door, I broke, telling her everything, things only my journal knows. She is genuinely kind with her care of me. I hate that I flinched away several times because of the pain. I was mortified to expose myself to her, but Justine listened with a sincere heart. It’s strange to know she’s been in my shoes before. She is only concerned about my well-being and safety. Justine doesn’t press me to go to the hospital or call the police. Which I’m thankful for. I feel ashamed enough; doing those things would only make me feel worse. We move from the kitchen to the bathroom, and Justine helps to apply my makeup. Her hands are gentle, and she did a fantastic job. Looking in the mirror, I don’t recognize myself. You can hardly see anything, but I feel it and know it’s only temporary. When we are finished with my camouflage, I lead her to my bedroom and pack a few more things. Justine insists I won’t return for a whil
“But I come in occasionally to get away from the city and to check up on my investment,” Justine says like it’s common knowledge. “Wait, you own this place?” I ask stupidly.” “Silent owner, but yes, Lola,” she says coolly, and I’m shocked. Justine’s sitting on the sofa, watching me so intently. I blush as I’m amazed by everything, but more so by her. I think she’s enjoying my reactions, as she hasn’t stopped smiling at me. “And the restaurant the other night?” I ask, remembering her not paying for the meal. “Yes, there too, again silent. These are two of my favorite places, and I hoped you would enjoy them, as I like sharing them with you,” Justine trails off, making me stop dead in my tracks. I heard that right. She brought me to these places to make me feel better. I’m beyond appreciative of her generosity. Without thinking, I leap forward, kissing Justine. The act makes us both redden as I’m all over her, but I can’t help it. Her lips are so soft and inviting that I could get
Lola - Late Evening of Wednesday, the 28th The memories of being beaten come flooding into my mind. I can’t shake them. My wonderful moment with Justine is ruined as I’m blinded with hate. I close my eyes to center myself; only it makes it worse. I see Nathan’s vexing sneer while his cold fist connects with my face. The exact spot is throbbing from a simple embrace. I take my hand, barely tapping my skin to soothe the ache. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Lola. I should’ve waited or been gentler,” Justine says sullenly. I close my eyes, working through the pain, trying not to cry. I feel her take my hand in an attempt to comfort me. Through clenched teeth, I smile, pretending I’m all right, but my heart is racing. “Damien, please go see what Gio has for pain and bruising,” she instructs, and he quickly leaves, “I forgot to ask earlier. I’m sorry again, Lola.” When the door slams closed, I panic and fan myself violently. Justine leads me to the couch and helps me to sit. She joins in
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Now that my dress is in a crumpled heap at my feet, Justine’s hands graze every inch of my exposed flesh taking off my bra and underwear. She electrifies her touch with light scratches and nibbles. The sensation makes me purr wildly. “It’s my turn to get you naked,” I grin and attack her with my hands and mouth. I unzip Justine’s dress working it off her shoulders. When I kiss her skin, it ripples with bumps, and the garment falls to the floor. She’s wearing matching black lace lingerie, but I can’t be bothered to appreciate it. On a mission, I reach between Justine’s supple mounds, undoing the single clasp and freeing her perfect breast. She discards the lace as I drive my mouth to her pink nipple. I flick it with my tongue, making her moan. I bite my way across Justine’s chest while working my hands into her waistband, slowly inching her underwear off. She grunts my name when they hit the floor. I step back to admire Justine’s beauty, and we stare at each other’s nakedness. Soon
Lola - on the evening of Monday, the 31st Nervously watching out the window, Justine shows up shortly after the police leave. Damien talks with a Guard I haven’t met yet, while she makes her way to me in the office. She bursts into the office to find me. “Lola, sweetheart, are you all right?” she takes my face in her warm hands. “Yes, I’m fine. Can we go?” I ask sheepishly, looking away from her. I feel embarrassed that this was my first day back, and it was a mess—no doubt they won’t let me work again. I’m sure it will make Justine and Damien happy when I agree that this was a mistake. “Of course, Lola, let’s take you home,” Justine says with a kiss on my cheek. “Wow, home. I haven’t been there in a while,” I whisper, hoping she doesn’t overhear. Justine’s wide smile confirms she did, and she pecks me again. She has been taking such good care of me that I forgot about my apartment. There isn’t much there, but it is my home. Everything I am sits inside those walls, but my heart
Lola - On the morning of Monday the 31st In the morning, I’m woken up by Justine trying to convince me not to go to work. Her mouth is latched onto a nipple while she stimulates my clit with her fingers. Purring through the ecstasy, I plead for mercy. Damien is no help, instead demanding I stay still while Justine negotiates. She is talented in her argument, bringing up good points with her tongue. She even consults with Damien to hammer out the final bargain. “It’s time for payback,” I moan through an orgasm. “Does that mean you are staying home?” she asks through kisses. “No, but you can try and persuade me again,” biting into her breast. After our exhausting bedroom tussle, I take a solo shower to prepare for the day. Justine and Damien don’t like the idea but are letting me go back to work. I haven’t had to do anything for over a month and need some normalcy to my routine. When I get out, I find my work uniform laundered and ready for me on the bed. I gasped, seeing it so re
Lola - on Sunday the 30th These three weeks at the Villa have been fantastic despite the reason for being here. Gio even let me cook last night. I had to be extra convincing, though, reminding him he let Damien cook. “So a Guard gets to defile your kitchen, but I can’t?” I pout, being sarcastic. “You, Miss Lola, are asking for it,” Gio shakes his head. “Yes, I am. I’m asking to cook.” Grinning, Gio smacked my behind for being a brat. But I won in the end. I made Carne Guisada meat pies with charro beans, rice, and bacon-wrapped chorizo-stuffed jalapenos. And a Flan for dessert. I am famous for this meal, and Gio listened intently while I shared my recipe. I even showed him a technique for not using toothpicks on the bacon. I’m sure he knows how to do this himself but still humored me, even taking notes. “This looks like an excellent comfort food addition to my menu.” “Your Welcome, Gio,” I wink, “And thanks for letting me cook,” I say, nibbling on a jalapeno popper. Everyone e
Lola gets a smack to her ass from Damien, making her squeal. She moves away after another light kiss, and I straighten myself. “I said no touching, Lola,” Damien’s shaking his head, holding out the chopsticks again. “To be fair, sir, I couldn’t resist and can’t say it won’t happen again,” she teases, earning her another smack. “I will tie you to the chair and feed you myself if you do it again,” he promises her with a kiss. The room giggles at her crimson blush. Starring at me, I know she wants to misbehave just to get the lovely torture. I slowly shook my head no at her. She pouts, sitting down, taking the chopsticks, and eating another piece from my thigh. “If I have to behave, then so do all of you,” she says, pointing to each of them. “Anything for you, Lola,” Gio responds before Markum and Damien can protest. She smiles, wiggling in her chair. Damien’s devilish grin has me giddy lying here. Hovering over me, he scoops up a piece of sashimi, saying it’s delicious. Markum and
Justine - On Saturday the 22nd Another week passes with Damien being a slave to us. Not once has he faltered, showering us in his comforting embrace. No more sulking as he watches us sleep, and he doesn’t leave in the early morning. Lola’s better now for it, no longer having nightmares or panic attacks. She hasn’t needed a sedative since her stand on the matter. Her bruises are fading but can still be covered with make-up or scarves. Damien removes them every chance he gets to kiss her nape apologetically. I think it’s the only reason Lola wears them. And Damien falls for it every time. I love him more now that I see his relationship with Lola. Damien’s perfect for her; she loves him too. Even if she hasn’t said it, I see it. We have that in common. Regardless of how we handle emotional stress. Lola is resuming her training and insisting that Markum and Damien help her. I’m so proud. I have joined in on occasion, but not today. It’s firearms training, and she needs no distraction
They haven’t noticed me, making my mind flutter. I want them both and need to set the pace. Grabbing my ointment, I skipped to Justine with a smile. She applies it softly to my sore spots, kissing me after application. She’s happier now than she has been all week. This is how it’s supposed to be. Glancing at Damien, he’s watching us with a cheerful grin. “Do you like my pj’s?” I ask him while wiggling my hips. Damien’s smile widens; I know he does. He picked them out after all, and he’s perked up below, making me grin when he replies, kissing my forehead. “Yes, Lola, you look beautiful.” “You do, my love. Are you ready for bed?” Justine asks, kissing my shoulders. “As long as we are all in it, then yes,” I say while looking at Damien, and he nods. “May I tuck you in?” he asks with another kiss on my hand. “Yes, sir,” I bashfully grin at his tempting look. He growls, scooping me up and placing me under the covers tenderly. He does the same for Justine and then fluffs the comfor
Lola - On the Evening of Saturday the 15th I let in Gio and Markum at the special knock. I’m happy to see them, but I was expecting Damien first. I try to hide my disappointment by cuddling with them in the doorway, asking what’s for supper. “It’s a surprise and will be along shortly my dear,” Gio says with a grin. “Lola, you look adorable,” Markum says while Gio helps me twirl. “Thank you, but where’s Damien?” I shyly ask. “Last I saw, he was getting ready,” Gio says with a kiss on my hand. I take a deep breath to calm my anxiety. They wouldn’t lie to me, and I must be patient. Gio pours us some mixed drinks, and I sit to relax with them. Markum’s telling a cute story about Gio when he’s interrupted by another knock. The door opens, and in comes the food trolley being pushed by Damien. He does look handsome and clean-cut compared to earlier, but his servitude makes me furrow my brows. “Dinner is served,” he says proudly. “No. That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t punishing you, D