~Dante~Lola has left, and she is now somewhere outside of New York City. She is currently in Ozark. I don’t really know what went down at that party. I went out to make a phone call, and when I came back inside the house, she was already leaving. After everything that happened that day, she approached me with the proposal of ending our marriage. It seems like even the universe is against us. I am aware that we argue every time she is in the house, but I miss seeing her sneak around the house in an attempt to make herself something to eat while she is avoiding me. The house seemed so much emptier without her. The children will not stop asking about their mother, so I have no choice but to lie to them about where she is. I hate lying to them, especially with Kai and Tyler seeing through my lies. I don’t know why those two boys behave like adults. They miss their mother, and I miss her, too. Strange, I know, but the idea of seeing her and my kids under the same roof appeals to me—a sad
~Dante~I was on my way to meet my lawyer with regard to the divorce when I received a call from Lev reminding me of the Japanese project. I cursed because I had completely forgotten about it. Fuck, what was my PA doing? The last few times I’ve seen her, she’s been a total mess and very unprofessional. It seems like all she thinks about is my cock. I have seen the way she looks at me. I will fucking have to fire her; she is very incompetent.I turned my car around while I called my lawyer to cancel, as I had to prepare those documents. Lola managed those documents back then, and she is very knowledgeable about the Japanese market. This was five years ago. That deal was secured by her single-handed efforts, and now that it has expired, we need to find a way to reinstate it, but I have no fucking idea what to do. When I got home, I found her sitting down to dinner with the children. They looked happy seeing their mother; I was supposed to be at that table with them, but I couldn’t becau
~Dante~By the time Lola and I had done half the project, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was hard as fuck, and I needed a release. Lola was just standing there doing her thing, and I felt like I was slowly crumbling on the inside. Veins were already popping out on my face. I needed her. Fuck, I wanted to bury my face between her round, sinful butts. Hell, this is getting out of hand, and the wood in between my legs is begging for attention. Whether it was voluntary or not, Lola was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t give in. I just can’t give in. She was driving me absolutely insane with those tantalizing curves, swinging for me in every way that was physically possible. Her delicate skin was so revealed to me, and her rosy, delectable lips were so close...Fuck, I want her lips wrapped around my cock.No, Dante!I let out a yell into the space behind my head. The direction in which my thoughts were wandering was starting to scare me; it was dangerous. It’s far too dangerous for my own g
~Lola~ Dante is an extremely twisted individual, one who is both very dark and twisted at the same time. Since he asked for my help with the Japanese contract yesterday, things have been a little awkward between us. As if staring at my ass wasn’t enough, the man fucking got a boner in front of his daughter. He probably won’t be turned on by me, right? I mean, he hates me. I just want to get it over with this project so that he can sign the damn divorce papers. In order for us to finish the project today, he made the decision to work from home. However, I have no doubt that they will ask him to travel to Japan. They did the same thing to me five years ago. The timing couldn’t have been better for me; they were looking for someone who prioritized family. They have such a strong commitment to traditional family norms that Dante would have to find someone else to play the role of his wife. I’m not sure how they are going to take it, as then they knew we were married. If they ever ask him
~Dante~I’m in a lot of trouble! Having to work alongside Lola has been an excruciating experience. I’ve reached the point where I’m not sure if I can continue to take it anymore. I’ve tried to ignore my desire to be with her, but it’s hard to ignore what my heart desires right now. Maybe I am at fault after all. Perhaps I was the one who made it difficult for her to tell me she was pregnant. I’m not sure if I was ever unapproachable, but it could have been my fault after all. I just can’t get over how she makes me feel. I have been riding solo to like 3–4 times daily, and it’s fucking not enough. I’m in desperate need of a regular release, but if I go looking for it anywhere else, the process will be thrown off completely. It would be the same as starting over completely from scratch. I don’t know what is going on, but one thing I know is that there is still hope for me and Lola. Even if we do end up getting a divorce, it won’t be because of any animosity between us; rather, it will
~Dante~Bloody Suzuki Industries! Mr. Suzuki’s demands are too high. The man fucking wants me to fly to Japan. Not only for the sake of the alliance but also because the man wishes for my wife and me to be guests at the wedding of his daughter. Thank God I could convince Lola to accompany me, which, of course, would be hell on earth. I have to fucking give a speech about marriage. Hell, I know nothing about marriage. My marriage is, well, I’m not sure if I have one. My five-year marriage hasn’t even gotten off the ground yet. I fucking know nothing about being married. Which is, of course, wonderful considering that my wife and I tried to run away from our feelings. I married the love of my life five years ago, yet the fucking marriage hasn’t started. Lola and I are back to square one if not zero. We are just at the beginning of our marriage. Hell, I haven’t enjoyed anything about this marriage. It’s as though ours was a fucking arranged marriage. The only thing that will always make
~Dante~"May I have this dance, my lady?" says the Asian-accented guy as he pushes her towards him, causing me to loosen my grip on her. I blinked and opened my eyes to meet my worst nightmare, Shin Suzuki.No, Bunny, he doesn’t get to get the first dance; I am your fucking husband, damn it!You must be wondering why Shin and I don’t see eye-to-eye. To tell the truth, this is a very lengthy tale."Seems like I can finally have that dance, Mr. Monroe."Fucking no! Hell fucking no!I didn’t do anything more than just stand there and give Hinata a look that said, "Don’t you fucking get the message," and then I walked away. I found myself walking toward Mr. Suzuki, the man who fucking needed to call his children into order. My wife is the target of one of them, while I am the target of the other."Dante Monroe, you sure have a beautiful and talented wife, and a smart one at that." He said this as he sipped his champagne and raised his glass. It makes no difference to me; we have to talk a
~Dante~ I don’t want to go overboard, but I just can’t keep control of myself, especially with Shin relentlessly trying to take what’s rightfully mine. I pulled away from the kiss and looked directly into her stunning eyes, searching for any sign that would indicate that I shouldn’t continue doing what I was doing, but I saw nothing. I looked around, searching for one motherfucker, and when I finally found him, he was seething with rage. I started to roll my sleeves up; I don’t care if this is his house, but I will fucking beat the living shit out of him. That idiot’s hand was dangerously close to my wife’s ass. "Shin, if you so much as brush against my wife one more time, you will deeply regret it." I fired. "Dante." As I turned my head to look at her, I noticed that her stunning eyes were fixed on me, and the way she spoke was extremely seductive and sensual in my ears. "You are mine." She didn’t say anything; she just nodded and directed my face to hers, and then we stood there