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 Look of One who Sins₂Hayden waited for her to make that call. It was almost like he was daring her to, like he would change his chess moves if she called his brother. Knowing Jarrod, he’d probably take the next flight to the Bahamas just to interrupt his plans.When she went to sit directly opposite him and not straight to her room, he was invested. It amused me, really, that she acted like he was the villain when he wasn’t. He also liked that his interest in her rose when she showed the tiniest bit of interest in him.They stared at each other now, across the large pool that was inhabited by so many people. She looked good in her bikini—smelled fresh, even. He wanted to explore her delicate skin; the need rising every second she looked at him. She didn’t take her eyes away, which he commended.He slowly lowered himself into the chair she’d been in minutes ago, making a sexy show out of it like he was trying to tell her what she was missing.“Hayden?”He looked up. The hotel rece
Into the Drunk and Starry Night.Felicia came as promised, at exactly 11:30pm. Hayden was impressed, but he was also drunk as shit. He felt numb as he opened the door and she sauntered in. Through the bright light in his room, he saw that she was wearing a long, net black gown with black underwear.“Do the hotel just let you do whatever you want?” he asked, genuinely curious.Felicia laughed sweetly. “Please, don’t bother about that. I have my ways. I see you’ve been having fun before I came,” she added as she inspected the unfinished bottle of wine on his long table.Hayden shrugged. “Do you want to start the party all over again or what?”She grinned. “No daddy. I’m all for you.”She slowly let down her hair. It was short and flowed around her shoulders, not as long as Lola. Lola’s image suddenly filled his head. He’d been doing a great deal of not thinking of her lately, of telling himself she was just another girl that caught his attention, someone he would soon forget.Hayden gra
Drunken MistakesThe water was clear and bright in the dark. There were overboard lights that highlighted the pool surroundings, and as if that wasn’t enough, the pool had lights in there. Bright, fluorescent fucking lights. Hayden could clearly see the hard knots of her nipples! He was going crazy enough as it is; he didn’t want to see her there, fully naked inside the wet pool.“Oh, fuck.” He murmured as he urned away.His eyes wandered aimlessly for a few seconds, trying to remember why he was there. Why was she there, anyways? She should be sulking in her room or sleeping, matter of fact. It should be midnight by now. Maybe 1, 2am? He wasn’t sure.“Hayden?” Lolita called again.Her voice sounded vague and unsure, like she was seeing things. She tried to get out of the pool but then slipped when her feet touched the slippery tiles. She went under for a few seconds, regained her stability and then came back up.“It is you!” She called out in excitement. “I went under and saw you fr
Blue Waters and KissesLolita wrapped her arms around him. He was strong and muscular, and his body practically jumped at the feel of hers. She pressed herself up against him, skin to skin. He filled her in ways she couldn’t imagine, but what really rode her was the way he reacted to her touch. It felt like he was holding back so much and giving just a little.She pulled back to look into his eyes. His lips trembled as he looked down at her, the light in the pool reflecting into his eyes. They were so blue, so beautiful. She was high and looking at a god who trembled under her touch. Lolita practically felt like the goddess Aphrodite.“We’re the same,” she said, feeling up his biceps. “You're incredibly handsome and so full and so…” inhaling deeply, she trailed her hands down his abdomen. “Do you mind if I touch? I really want to touch it.”“Yes, Lolita I really do mind.”She paused her movements but didn’t take her hands away. “This shouldn’t bother you, Hayden. You’re sounding so st
AftermathLolita woke up with a shitty headache. She rolled to the side of her Queen sized bed, only to fall flat on her face to the ground. With her headache skyrocketing to the mountains, she groaned and stayed still for a minute to catch her breath. Her head was pounding and felt heavy; and as if that wasn’t enough, she was naked.“Shit!”She jumped off the ground and stood awkwardly in the mirror, watching herself. “How did this happen?” she cried. “Oh my god, did I do something I shouldn’t have?”Her face immediately flushed red. She grabbed the sheets off the bed and rolled herself in it like a sack, still standing in front of the mirror. She looked like a bag of burritos, but at least she was covered and her shame wasn’t glaring straight into her face. Lolita couldn’t bear to look at herself so she began to look around the room.“Something would give it away. A pack of condoms, stained sheet, rough clothes,” she mumbled to herself.Just as the thought registered in her brain, s
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
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