~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
~Dante~ Whoever said, "When you love someone, you have to be willing to let them go," was most certainly making fun of me. I did let her go to her boyfriend, or whatever the fuck she calls him. I just fucking let the love of my life go. The events of today reaffirmed the fact that Lola is the most important thing in my life. I seriously doubt that she will ever go through anything remotely comparable to what we did today with that dickhead. Why does he have to show up everywhere? Who told him Lola and I was here? I am confident that she will come back. It hurts that she chose him after what we’ve just shared. I am not going to fight for Lola; she knows where her home is. Her home is with me and our kids. If she wants to try a new dick, she can go ahead and do just that, but in the end, she will come back home to us. I went to bed with a smile, knowing that she would eventually come back; it was just a matter of time. The following morning, I got up bright and early and headed to my p
~Lola~When Mason showed up out of nowhere, I felt like a deer that had been startled by a headlight. Mason and I shared a kiss, but we’ve never brought it up in conversation since then. I am confused. Call me stupid for leaving Dante in that situation; I didn’t want Mason to think otherwise. I shouldn’t have to worry about how he feels, but Mason was there for me when Dante wasn't. I can’t just disregard him like he’s garbage, but there is this question that won’t leave me alone and keeps nagging at me: "Do I really like Mason that way, or was it the kiss because it has been so long since I kissed someone?"Can I, Lola, spend the rest of my life with Mason? I am confused. I have no idea what it is that I want at the moment, and I have no one else to blame but that damned heart of mine. Mason and I left for his suite but ended up sleeping in separate rooms. The next morning, he kept talking about why I kept on giving Dante time while I hadn’t given him any since our last kiss. You mig