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Lola - on the Late Evening of Friday the 7th “Where the fuck have you been, Lola?” Nathan stutters reeking of booze. I’m stunned. I didn’t think I would see him so soon. I haven’t missed his treatment or possessive behavior as he swings me around to face him. “That’s none of your fucking business, Nathan. We broke up, remember!” I move out of Nathan’s hold, under his arm like I was taught. But I was stupid and went in the wrong direction. Now I’m trapped between him and the stalls. I stare at Nathan, terrified of what he will do next. His nostrils are flaring, and the other fist flexes open and closed. “I’m talking to you,” Nathan’s hand comes up, blocking my path. “Leave me alone,” I demand, trying to push past him. “I don’t fucking think so, Lola,” Nathan snaps, He pushes me up against the nearest wall with a hard thud. My vision flashes, and there’s a ringing in my ears as he smacks me. I’m now pinned between him and the cold concrete, frozen stiff with fear as blood rushes
The cop car Nathan’s in isn’t far away, and he’s glaring at me. The look sends cold chills down my back as Damien helps me out of the ambulance. I pull him closer to feel safe, and the cruiser pulls away with Nathan, watching me kiss my savior. “Thank you, Damien, for saving me again,” I say as we hug. I never want to let him go, but he’s too quiet and stiff as Justine kisses me in his arms. She fawns over me tenderly, getting into the SUV. They are both acting overly protective and soft toward me. “My beautiful Lola, I love you, and I’m so sorry,” Justine cries while holding me. “I love you too, and there’s nothing for you to be sorry for. Nathan did this,” I say, with my voice grating and feeling like gravel. “Okay, no more talking till we get you to the doctor,” Justine says sternly. “What doctor?” I whisper, yet my voice cracks. “Lola, I love you, but shush now,” she says tenderly. Justine presses a finger to my lips to silence me. She shakes her head no more. I kiss her f
Damien - On the late evening of Friday, the 7th I stay quiet, staring at my knuckles most of the drive. They’re sore and bloody, but I don’t care, clenching the wheel tighter. Every time I glance back at Lola, I can’t help but feel like a failure. Justine holds no malice, but she also hasn’t looked at me. I know she’s more concerned for Lola, but I feel her guilt and shame from here. I let my guard down. I should have taken her to Thackery’s office or returned to VIP. But because we were downstairs already, I went to the closest restroom. I never once thought he would be there, but I should have; I’m fucking slipping. At Gio’s, it takes everything I have not to break when holding Lola again. Her broken voice is thanking me, but those darkened eyes mean I’m a letdown. I’m unworthy of her sweet kiss and swallow back my sobs. Leaving her with Gio, I parted from them quickly. Seeing Markum in the parlor, he hands me a drink, and I down it all. I take the decanter and fill the glass ag
Justine - on the early morning of Saturday, the 8th Helping Gio with Lola has me spinning inside. I should have left when she said. Because I didn’t, she got hurt again and now looks worse. I hate that bruises now litter her beautiful face and body. Lola’s neck is the worst, all purple and green. I enjoy a sensual choke-out, but this was attempted murder. I push that aside and tenderly care for Lola, so I don’t lash out. I dress her, making sure Lola is comfortable and warm. I want to kiss her everywhere like I promised, but that’s not for tonight. Right now, she needs a doctor. Lola is surprisingly calm during the long exam, and it scares me. She only cries when Markum enters, breaking me inside—feeling like she failed them and their training. I felt the same way when my ex-husband raped me. I was powerless to stop him. I’m just glad Nathan didn’t get that far. We all reassured her that this wasn’t her fault. Nathan would have done this if she were at home with him too. Fuck, th
Lola - Monday the 10th The pain radiates in my body, pulsing to the memories flooding my slumber. I’m stuck in an endless loop reliving the moment Nathan choked me to an inch of my life. I can’t fight, powerless to move or shake my attacker off me. I wake up panicked and feeling claustrophobic. There’s a weird mask blasting me with cold air, and I rip it off. Through bleary eyes, I see fire-red hair and calm down. “Lola, please relax,” Justine is here, and I know I’m safe. She helps me go to the bathroom and drink some water. When done, I put the mask back on, and she asked me to breathe. I do as told, deeply inhaling and falling back to sleep repeatedly. What feels like hours of the same tortuous agony plagued by a face I no longer want to see. Unable to rest any longer, I wake again in a huff. I’m unsure where I am as the room comes into focus, and then I remember we’re at Gio’s spa. I look to Justine, who is rubbing her eyes. “How long have I been asleep?” I ask weakly, takin
Tuesday the 11th “Lola, I made you a smoothie for breakfast,” Justine says after my shower. “Thanks,” I mouth, and she kisses my temple. She treats my skin, making me feel beautiful despite the bruises, while the cool drink soothes my throat. It is delicious. However, it still hurts to swallow. I put on my brave face and gulp through the pain like yesterday. “How about we stay in bed today and play board games,” Justine offers, pulling out a chess board. A game day with her does sound fun, and I love playing chess. But as the morning went on, we changed over to cards. She kicked my ass at poker. So I challenged her to war and won. “Well, it looks like I owe the victory some spoils,” Justine says after my third win. At lunch, Gio brings the boutique to us per Justine’s request. He had a little bit of everything displayed on a garment rack. We picked out several beautiful scarves, two pairs of sunglasses, and a lovely silk pillow decorated with kisses. I didn’t want to try on the
Nathan - on Friday, the 14th I’ve been in jail for a week now. Pacing this tiny cell is complete agony. The scene from the club keeps repeating in my head, thinking about Lola and her new dick. The memory of her kissing that asshole has my knuckles torn apart from hitting the dinghy gray walls, pretending it’s his face. That Damien douche came out of nowhere both times to sucker punch me. When I get out of here, I’ll be paying him back. I’m still bruised from that night but halfway to healing. No one makes a fool of me and steals my girl. She’ll suffer soon enough; bitch will learn not to disrespect me again. “Inmates, it’s visiting time,” a guard yells down the hall. Perfect timing; I need to get out and stretch my legs. The cells are unlocked, and everyone lines up on the yellow line. We walk in unison through several barred doors to the visiting area. This stark white room is now filled with burly men in orange jumpsuits. Most take a seat at the round silver tables with their
Lola - On the morning of Saturday, the 15th This week has passed in a blur. I still haven’t seen Damien since we arrived, which breaks my heart. I’ve been distracted by everyone paying close attention to me and caring for my needs. I’m fed up with it all and finally break my silence. “Justine, where’s Damien?” I whisper after breakfast. “Do you need Markum, sweetheart? I’ll call him,” she offers, picking up her phone. I furrow my brows at her response and ask again. She only avoids my eyes, texting. All week they have been deflecting this question. I pluck the phone from her hands and toss it to the side. I’m getting answers one way or another. “Did you fire Damien? Is that why we have Markum now?” I ask, staring at her dead in the face. “No, Lola, I would never do that,” she says, defeated. “Then where is he?” I squeak. “I promise he’ll be back soon,” she says while getting up to hold me. “You said that days ago, Justine,” pulling away from her gently. “And I meant it, Lola.
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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