Oaths and Promises.Lolita lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. After Hayden’s departure, the house had been unbearably silent. Jarrod was in long calls with his mother and brother, probably discussing Hayden’s inappropriate behavior. Twice, she heard some crash in his office and she stood outside nervously, not sure of how to handle the situation.Lolita had never been directly involved in confrontational business before. She had been just the princess he expected and wanted her to be, never soiling her hands or body. It worked fine in the past because as an orphan, she had no one to turn to. She wanted to calm him down, to apologize for being so easy, but when he came out of his office hours later, he simply touched her face and smiled.“He’s gone now, but not for long. He’s promised that he would never touch you again.”And then he left to make them dinner. He was so calm and quiet as he prepared their meal, which made Lolita more anxious as the seconds passed. She looked into
Is It or Is It Not?Samantha grabbed her hands from across the table. “Girl, that’s rape. That’s sexual assault. You have to report this.”Lolita shook her head and tried to take her hand back. “I consented to it. I Said ‘Yes’ to him. I can’t report it and even if I wanted to, he’s going to use that against me.”“You agreed under duress. You felt threatened by his actions and wanted to save yourself first. I mean, think about it. He cut both of your wrists!”“A blood covenant, he said.”“That’s bullshit. Nobody does things like that anymore. I’m not sure people even did. That’s consent under duress! Come, we have to report it.”Samantha was about standing up when Lolita pulled her down. “He drove me here, Samantha, and he’s waiting for me outside, I can’t follow you to a station.”Samantha’s eyes widened. “What?”“Yeah. I’m not sure I even want to do this. It’s not that serious.”“You feel pain in your ass and now he’s stalking you?!”Lolita’s face reddened. “We’re in a public space!
IllusionsTessa sighed dramatically as they passed by a line of condoms. She massaged one pack before turning to her friends.“Do you guys know when I’ll be able to use one of these?” She asked.Samantha raised her brows. “You’re asking us when you’ll be able to use a condom?”“With Hayden, dummy! With Hayden!” She folded her arms and glared at Samantha. “Didn’t you listen when I told you that Hayden and I didn’t get to the sex part with each other?!”“You did?” Samantha glanced at Lolita and away. “I don’t think I remember you mentioning that part…?”“How would you, when you’re thinking about Lolita all day!” She grumbled. “Why would you be thinking about her? She’s perfect: she has a boyfriend and would get married soon and leave us!”Lolita bit her lips. The outburst was unnecessary, but when Tessa was like this, it was best to keep quiet. Samantha’s eyes widened in shock as she turned to Lolita.“You’re going to marry him?”Lolita coughed uncomfortably at the question. Seeing her
Acts and Rumors.Hayden pushed himself off the wall but kept the space between them.“You’re here.”Lolita licked her lips and remained composed. “You know I would. You lured me here.”He laughed. When he cocked his head at the side and still watched her, she felt stupid. He was laughing at her. There was no way he would have lured her if she wasn’t interested in the first place. It was her curiosity that pushed her to investigate the silly movement she noticed earlier. She would have let it be; then she would not have come in here and see him chilling against the toilet wall, like he knew she would come.“Go back to him,” he said gently. “I’m sure your bodyguard would be tearing the place apart looking for you.”“Can’t blame him now, can you? When we’ve got on you the loose,” she retorted.He straighted, his face darkening as anger clouded his vision. “What?”“I know about it, Hayden. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors too. That’s all I hear when I walk pass anything and anyone that’s
Expectations and Realities.Lolita curved into herself. The silence in Hayden’s wake was loud. For the longest minute, Tessa was still too shocked to speak. She stared at the door and then to Lolita, as if trying to connect the dots between her and Hayden.“You told me that there was nothing between you too,” she started in a low voice. “Last time in your house when Jarrod caught you both in that position—”“That was nothing, I swear! What you saw then was completely misleading!”“Is that what you’re going to say about this time too, Lolita, that it was misleading? Will you say that I’m blind and did not witness what I just witnessed?”Lolita pressed her hands together in a plea. “Don’t tell Jarrod, I beg you. I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I thought it was him—”“Don’t you fucking lie to me right now? You and I both know that you can clearly differentiate them. Is the slight color change in Hayden’s hair not a dead giveaway?”“Not enough. I was drunk—”“You look clea
BROTHERSJarrod was waiting for his brother in Hayden’s suite when Hayden arrived. He was drunk, staggering mostly through the door and blinking in surprise when he saw Jarrod. Jarrod was holding an empty bottle of wine in his hand, giving the illusion that he’d been waiting for so long that he had the wine keep him company.Hayden hiccupped as he walked slowly into the room. “When the receptionist downstairs told me that I had gone in earlier and she didn’t see me leave, I actually thought she was being stupid, yet here you are.”“Here I am,” Jarrod repeated.“A pleasant surprise, brother. I was wondering when you were going to face me head-on, seeing as you’ve sort of spread some rumors with my name. It hurts, you know?”Jarrod laughed. He stood up and brandished the wine bottle in the air as he spoke. “Look at you, coming back here wasted when you could have been elsewhere spoiling your name! You think I spread some rumors with your name? Look at you, Hayden.”Hayden grinned. He pas
The Heat Begins Hayden walked into the hotel with a wide smile on his face. He had a purpose, a new plan. It took him at least three days for the wound his brother gave him to heal a bit before he moved on to his plans. The new surge of energy that filled him would only be quenched by his most sought after thirst—Lola.It wasn’t like he was remotely interested in her. Okay, maybe he was, but it was different. She was innocent when he first met her, thus the reason why he kept pressing into her was because he was caught up in his feelings and the need to know if she was still as innocent as he first saw.She was, but now his plan has changed. Now, it was just a challenge between him and Jarrod. The battle lines haven’t been drawn between them yet, but Hayden was eager to see just how far he would push Lola before she finally fell. She intrigued him as far as he could tell, and It would be the first time he was ever converting another’s trophy to be his.He stopped at the reception and
The Look of One who Sins.Lolita was bored out of her mind. She wandered aimlessly in her room, restless. She wanted to have fun, to go shopping, to start a war—if it would put an end to her restless days. Why did she have to go on a vacation, anyways? She didn’t plan it. He was acting so weird and talking about sprouting some weed that she had immediately suggested traveling as far as the Bahamas Island. She liked the drink, the dance, and the culture. The foreigners especially made it fun by being marveled by every single thing, but it wasn’t enough for her. She needed something more, something tangible. Most especially, she needed her friend to reach out to her.There was a knock on the door. Lolita ran to open it, revealing a server carrying a tray of food. She left the door open and ran back to get her card by the bedside table. It was a large suite, one of the best that they had. Jarrod had explicitly told her to have as much fun as she needed, to clear the air and energy blocka
The End and the Beginning Lolita sat at the porch of her house, waiting. It had just rained. She liked the dewy grass that sprouted from the ground. She started to touch them, but then drew back. She didn’t want to get her hands dirty. She had been turned into a neat freak by Hayden’s influence. She waited for him now, wondering if he would show up. It was Saturday. They had agreed to visit Samantha’s cemetery together. The last time she’d gone, she had been alone with Izan. All she thought about was him. She worried that her telling him off might have affected his relationship with Samantha. It was a silly excuse, and when he showed up two days later, he made it clear that he didn’t have to see Samantha every single day. A car parked in front of her house. It was him. Lolita refrained from jumping up and running to him like some little girl. He got down from the car and ran his fingers through his hair. It was a sensational habit of his, and he looked incredibly hot while doing it.
Bed of Thorns “I have been thinking about you,” Hayden answered quietly. “Every night, every day, every minute. All I think about is you.” Their eyes locked and held. Lolita bent her head a little forward, intrigued by the soft calm of his voice. “Tell me what you think about.” “Good thoughts. Bad thoughts. Terrible thoughts. All sorts of things about you.” He paused for a minute and reached for a glass of water. “Sometimes imaginations bleed into reality. I don’t know what’s real and what’s not real.” They were wrapped in each other’s world now, the food forgotten. Lolita was lost in his eyes and he was lost in hers. “It’s different for me,” she told him. “I know what’s real and what’s not. I dream.” “What do you dream about?” “At first, it was about Jarrod.” Her voice was surprisingly strong when she mentioned his name. “I tried seeing some doctors, but the dreams would not leave. It went on for six months.” “Yeah? So what did you do next?” “I started to dream about Samanth
Bound The doorbell rang. Lolita was in the bathtub. She blinked, realizing she’d been in the tub for over an hour. The water was cold now. She slowly stepped out of it and reached for a pink robe. Her bathroom was the only clean room in the whole house. It was where she sought her solace, where she slept the most. She went to the front door and opened it, her hand stiffly removing a strand of wet hair from her face. When her vision cleared, she immediately stiffened. Lolita was taken back to a year and several months ago, to the very first time she saw Hayden alone. He was standing at the door then with a small smile on his face, just as he was now. She’d been naked back then, from head to toe. He had pointed it out to her, his eyes laughing while she rushed inside to change. Lolita’s arms circled around her body. She wasn’t naked today. She was wearing a pink robe, so why did she feel intensely embarrassed—like she’d been teleported to the past and history was repeating itself? Sh
The Trials of Lost Love Hayden stood up slowly. They stared at each other for a moment, none of them taking a move. Lolita’s eyes quickly scanned the environment, discovering that Izan was not around. Her eyes went back to him. He looked leaner than before, but still built. He’d grown out his hair; they flowed past his neck and around his shoulders. His face was clean, neat. He looked like a god standing before her, taller than she’d last imagined. He still had that oppressive aura around him, the one that made her fall to her knees for him. Lolita looked at him and all she could see was just Hayden, lost in his own mind. He regarded her as she regarded him, but he still didn’t make a move towards her. She remembered the last time she saw him, in her hospital room. He looked mad back then, as though the earth would stumble over him if she didn’t let him touch her. Lolita didn’t know what to say. The air was calm and awkward at the same time. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, so low that she
Time Heals No Wounds Lolita swirled her coffee around with her spoon. She stared into the cup, lost in the swirls of the deep brown. It had no sugar, no milk, just plain coffee. She still hated coffee, but now it was different. Now she liked the burn and the bitter taste that traveled down her throat. She sipped it slowly, savoring its taste. It reminded of everything that had happened, everything she had lost. Her thoughts scared her the most. Sometimes she lay up in her bed, staring into her ceiling and wondering if Samantha was still out there. Her brother caught her many times lying outside on the dirt, looking up at the sky. “I was waiting for Samantha,” she would say if he asked. “But she won’t come. The skies are starless tonight.” Her family was scared for her, and understandably so. When they tried to take her to meet more psychiatrists and therapists, Lolita had to incessantly beg them that she was fine. They didn’t believe her, of course so she decided to pretend for a
Farewells and Backtracks “I’m sorry,” Hayden responded quietly. “Do you want me to leave? I can leave right now.” “Yes, please.” He stood up on a shaky foot. He walked to the door, then stopped. When he looked back at her, his eyes were shimmery with tears. She’d almost forgotten how beautiful he can be. How stunning and incredibly attractive, even though he looked broken. “It’s three in the morning,” he said to her. “I don’t think it’s safe for me to leave just yet.” “For me or for you?” He was shaken by her answer. Hayden leaned on the door and watched her instead, preferring the space between them instead of just out rightly leaving. Lolita sat up slowly on the bed, her eyes on him. “Is he here?” She asked. His forehead creased at that question. “Who?” “You know who.” Hayden looked down at his feet, but before then she saw shame and fear cross his face. Lolita’s heart spiked again, alerting the machine. She glanced at it in horror, wondering if it was going to alert the b
Dreams Lolita woke up again, this time more refreshing than the others. The oxygen mask was thankfully out of her mouth. Her arm was still stiff, but at least she’d had a nice change of clothes and bandage. Her leg was on a cast above her bed, but the nurse who’d shown up the previous night promised that she’d start physical therapy as soon as possible. Lolita didn’t mind. She really didn’t need her legs; she wanted to remain in this bed for as long as possible, staring at the unstained room. She liked the emptiness it denoted. She felt seen, even if it was by an inanimate object. Her family showed up more frequently than she would have liked. Her mother sometimes slept with her and held her hands. Lolita didn’t like it. It made her hand sweaty and twitchy. She would have loved to draw it away without waking her mother, who would in turn alarm the whole hospital. She just wanted to be left alone. Samantha never showed up. She began to seek her out in her dreams, but they were so
Flowerbeds and Lilies Lolita was reliving her nightmares over and over. It sometimes started out as a fantasy dream, where she was a fairy and she was flying high above the clouds. In the middle of admiring the beautiful nature below, she would then see a large black bird rushing towards her. At first it looked like a crow, but when it grew closer it grew into a larger, terrifying bird. It was ten times bigger than her. It would grab her off the air with its claws, cutting into her arm and abdomen. She would scream in pain and try to break free, only to discover that the claws had materialized into hands, and that it belonged to Hayden, who in turn changed into Jarrod. Every single time, she would try to break free and pull herself from the abyss of pain, but all she encountered was a dull emptiness. There was nothing to pull herself into, no rope to drag her back to the light. All she knew was emptiness; dark and dull. She had begun to grow accustomed to it. Perhaps she would even
Grief and Byes Hayden woke up with a gasp, as though he’d been drowning forever and something just tugged him out from the deep end of the ocean. For a second his vision was blurry and gray. The gleaming white of the room hit him like lightning, immediately hurting his eyes. He winced and closed them back immediately, trying to relax his tense muscles. “He’s awake,” he heard someone murmur in the room. It was Rocky. Hayden reached out a hand, his fingers twisting for comfort and assurance. He needed to know he was alive and not in that bleak, dark blue he’d been in since forever. A cool, large hand touched his, squeezing it assuredly. “It’s not in my job description to coddle you, sir.” Hayden opened his eyes. It was definitely Rocky. He was standing at the side of his bed with a young, charming nurse who was obviously flirting with him. Hayden was too tired to make jest of the situation. Rocky turned to the nurse with a smile, signaling her that it was okay for her to leave. Whe