Bets and DebtsLolita stared at him in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”“Don’t be cursing now.” he smirked. “I’m saying you have a great ass. How didn’t I notice it at first? Hmm.” Hayden furrowed his brows as he watched her. “I guess your boobs and your face were the predominant existing things in my face until now.”She scoffed. “Are you talking dirty to me? How can you be talking dirty to me? I’m your—”“My brother’s girlfriend, I know. Jeez. The next time you use those words on me, I might actually have to smack it out of your mouth.”Lolita bit her lips. Would he actually smack her mouth if she mentioned Jerrod again? She get that they weren’t on good terms, but it had nothing to do with her. The bad blood was already there before she even got into the picture. Plus, it’s not like she was thinking about him smacking other places other than her ass. Lolita groaned and bit her lips again.Hayden took one of her chips and ate slowly. “You’re going to be a good talke
One Hot Afternoon“So, how are you doing, babe?”Lolita glanced at the phone before digging into her wardrobe. Jarrod made it his business to call her once a day so he could see her face, which was why instead of laying put and smiling prettily into the camera, she decided it was the perfect day to get some sand on her back.“I’m kind of horny and I miss you so much, but other than that I’m pretty fine,” she answered.Jarrod smiled, his full teeth showing. “Oh yeah? It’s a rarity to hear you admit that you’re horny.”Lola pulled off her clothes and swirled in front of the camera for a little while. “So are you gonna come get me or what?”He shook his head. “Sadly, no. You know I would come if I had the opportunity to. It’s just that…” he hesitated and took a deep breath. “Lolita, Hayden is playing a shitty game with me. I don’t know if he’s completely gone or just lurking around.”Lolita swiftly put on her beach wear and avoided his eyes. “Matter of fact, I don’t think you should come
Sex ArrangementsHayden was very good at reading people. It was one of the life courses he took when he ventured into importing and exporting drugs at 21. The age came with the need to explore, other than the fact that his brother was a severe pain in the ass and he wanted to leave home. There was no way he would have survived on his own if he hadn’t been sucked into the heroin business and importation. He had to read people. He needed mules, of course, and reading people was the first step to choose a mule.When his drug business enticed him for three years, Hayden got tired of the constant fear that he might soon be caught by the police. It wasn’t very easy to come out, what with the drug lords chasing after him for years, but he did eventually leave. Some skills stuck with him, however, and the dominant trait was the ability to read people.For instance, he knew that Lolita was full of shit. She was so predictable, so easy to understand. What intrigued him the most about her was he
Regrets or Just More?She was flushed against him, still in her sheer, peach colored bikini. He pressed against all the right angles in her body, his form fitting perfectly to her. Lolita never thought any word could best describe the extreme ecstasy she was feeling that moment, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.He broke their kiss and shifted back a bit, which disappointed her. She wanted more. When she moved in for the kill, he held out her glass to her and nodded to her. Without words, he was telling her to finish the content of the glass.Her eyes to his, she gulped it down and licked her lips just as the smooth, velvety feel of the wine hit her.“Hot,” Hayden commented as he took the glass from her. “You’re sexy when you lick and bite your lips like that. You’ll try not to make that move in the future.”Lolita slid her hands up his arms and placed it just above his collarbone. “What, does it turn you on?”“More than you know,” he grunted.“Why then have you not torn this sheer
Never Again.Lolita heaved deep breaths and sat up against the headboard, watching Hayden enter the bathroom. Her chest rose rapidly with her breathing, and so she tried to slow it down and get a grip on herself. Everything was hazy for a moment. She was too out of her breath to call for him and she didn’t even know what was going on, except that her orgasm was so epic that it swirled in her mind. When she caught her breath and stood, Lolita swayed on her feet for a minute before gaining her balance. God, he was so good in bed. She tried to take her mind off the size of his dick and how he had been able to stretch her out in the first place. Suddenly she started thinking about it. Was she really so into the sex that she didn’t feel the tiny thin of pain when he entered her?Lolita walked to the bathroom when her feet steadied. The door was open a notch, so she opened it all the way as she stepped in. Hayden’s back was turned to her in the shower, but he cocked his head to the side a
The Emotion that could not Last LongLolita felt guilty as fuck. She tried so hard to suppress the feeling, but it’s not every day one gets to sleep with the brother of her boyfriend. Everyone back home would think she was better than that, a saint, even. It was not enough that she felt guilty. The problem was she wasn’t guilty enough. She wanted to scrub Hayden off her skin and memory, and that was proving very hard to occur. It was either her body was stupid and didn’t want to listen to her, or that she secretly loved the way he touched her, looked at her, and called her beautiful.Sighing, she threw her book across the wall and slid to the floor. It just wasn’t enough. Yesterday with Hayden was just weird. She wasn’t even sure he’d come. Was she supposed to return the favor and make him come all over her?“Gross,” she murmured to herself.No, no, that wasn’t gross, Lolita suddenly realized. She wanted him all over her. She wanted him so much, she’d like to see him lose control. Yes
Setting the Shackles AsideHe knew she was following him. He had learned a long time ago to watch his back, to listen to the air and the furriest of steps on the ground, so when she staggered after him, he was almost flattered. Almost. Hayden had no idea what he was doing. This was what he wanted; to conquer his brother’s future wife and then gloat about it. It was expected of him, revered even. He’d hit the jackpot now, so there was no use sticking around to her. Even she should know that. Yet the sinking pit in his stomach could not be quenched. He wanted more than she was offering. He wanted her.When he rounded a palm decorative tree at a corner, Hayden turned back. Lolita stopped abruptly at his sudden movement, surprised that he had discovered her too soon. She wanted to get him in a more secluded place, away from the others.She laughed nervously. “I guess for a former drug lord, you would hear me walking behind you.”“What do you want?” he asked.She nervously scratched the ba
Little Snows of OrgasmLolita gasped when his tongue lapped on her. She gripped strands of his hair between her fingers, desperately controlling the urge to scream out his name. She buckled under his mouth, nearly falling over. Hayden held on to her thighs like it was the only thing that existed in that moment.“Oh,” she moaned, biting her lips. “Oh, god.”He struck out a tongue, licking up her juices. Her body shook and her grip on him tightened, and so did her thighs. His hands spread to her butt cheeks as he pinned her to his mouth. Lolita’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. No one has ever eaten her out like that; not that she had a lot of romantic partners, but no one had ever completely surrendered to giving her an orgasm like Hayden was aiming to do. Her knees started to weaken.“I’m so close,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”Hayden pulled back, his eyes and mouth glistening as he looked up to her. Lolita breathed heavily, her stomach tightening into knots. She didn’t think seei
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