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47.1-Silent
Demona MaxwellSorry for the delay. I have had a tough time battling my migraines again. I hope for another update this week, but my brain will decide. Don't forget to support the book with gems.
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Tuesday the 11th “Lola, I made you a smoothie for breakfast,” Justine says after my shower. “Thanks,” I mouth, and she kisses my temple. She treats my skin, making me feel beautiful despite the bruises, while the cool drink soothes my throat. It is delicious. However, it still hurts to swallow. I put on my brave face and gulp through the pain like yesterday. “How about we stay in bed today and play board games,” Justine offers, pulling out a chess board. A game day with her does sound fun, and I love playing chess. But as the morning went on, we changed over to cards. She kicked my ass at poker. So I challenged her to war and won. “Well, it looks like I owe the victory some spoils,” Justine says after my third win. At lunch, Gio brings the boutique to us per Justine’s request. He had a little bit of everything displayed on a garment rack. We picked out several beautiful scarves, two pairs of sunglasses, and a lovely silk pillow decorated with kisses. I didn’t want to try on the
Anything For Lola 48-Inmate
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Anything For Lola 49.1-Tantrum
Lola - On the morning of Saturday, the 15th This week has passed in a blur. I still haven’t seen Damien since we arrived, which breaks my heart. I’ve been distracted by everyone paying close attention to me and caring for my needs. I’m fed up with it all and finally break my silence. “Justine, where’s Damien?” I whisper after breakfast. “Do you need Markum, sweetheart? I’ll call him,” she offers, picking up her phone. I furrow my brows at her response and ask again. She only avoids my eyes, texting. All week they have been deflecting this question. I pluck the phone from her hands and toss it to the side. I’m getting answers one way or another. “Did you fire Damien? Is that why we have Markum now?” I ask, staring at her dead in the face. “No, Lola, I would never do that,” she says, defeated. “Then where is he?” I squeak. “I promise he’ll be back soon,” she says while getting up to hold me. “You said that days ago, Justine,” pulling away from her gently. “And I meant it, Lola.
Anything For Lola 49.2-Tantrum
“Wake up, Damien,” yelling my command but not meaning to. He only stirs, making me push at his shoulder, repeating it. His eyes eventually shoot open, looking bloodshot. Staring at me, he quickly looks away, ashamed, rolling over and covering himself more with the blanket. “Justine, why did you bring her here? Go away,” he barks in anger. “No, Damien, I said I wouldn’t cover for you,” she spits back just as harshly. “I mean it! Go away,” he growls from the pillow. Justine shakes her head, and neither of us moves. Damien has never spoken to her or me like that before. His tantrum is shocking but fuels me all the same. I muster up all my courage, directing it at him. “I said to get up, Damien,” I bellow while pulling the covers away. Justine starts laughing, and I have to hold in a gasp. Damien’s completely naked and now trying to hide his morning girth. I ignore his feeble attempt and continue my ranting. “Get up, Damien, and put some clothes on. Then you will explain why you ha
Anything For Lola 50-Penance
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Anything For Lola 51.1-Kissses
Lola - On the Evening of Saturday the 15th I let in Gio and Markum at the special knock. I’m happy to see them, but I was expecting Damien first. I try to hide my disappointment by cuddling with them in the doorway, asking what’s for supper. “It’s a surprise and will be along shortly my dear,” Gio says with a grin. “Lola, you look adorable,” Markum says while Gio helps me twirl. “Thank you, but where’s Damien?” I shyly ask. “Last I saw, he was getting ready,” Gio says with a kiss on my hand. I take a deep breath to calm my anxiety. They wouldn’t lie to me, and I must be patient. Gio pours us some mixed drinks, and I sit to relax with them. Markum’s telling a cute story about Gio when he’s interrupted by another knock. The door opens, and in comes the food trolley being pushed by Damien. He does look handsome and clean-cut compared to earlier, but his servitude makes me furrow my brows. “Dinner is served,” he says proudly. “No. That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t punishing you, D
Anything For Lola 51.2-Kisses
They haven’t noticed me, making my mind flutter. I want them both and need to set the pace. Grabbing my ointment, I skipped to Justine with a smile. She applies it softly to my sore spots, kissing me after application. She’s happier now than she has been all week. This is how it’s supposed to be. Glancing at Damien, he’s watching us with a cheerful grin. “Do you like my pj’s?” I ask him while wiggling my hips. Damien’s smile widens; I know he does. He picked them out after all, and he’s perked up below, making me grin when he replies, kissing my forehead. “Yes, Lola, you look beautiful.” “You do, my love. Are you ready for bed?” Justine asks, kissing my shoulders. “As long as we are all in it, then yes,” I say while looking at Damien, and he nods. “May I tuck you in?” he asks with another kiss on my hand. “Yes, sir,” I bashfully grin at his tempting look. He growls, scooping me up and placing me under the covers tenderly. He does the same for Justine and then fluffs the comfor
Anything For Lola 52.1-Temptation
Justine - On Saturday the 22nd Another week passes with Damien being a slave to us. Not once has he faltered, showering us in his comforting embrace. No more sulking as he watches us sleep, and he doesn’t leave in the early morning. Lola’s better now for it, no longer having nightmares or panic attacks. She hasn’t needed a sedative since her stand on the matter. Her bruises are fading but can still be covered with make-up or scarves. Damien removes them every chance he gets to kiss her nape apologetically. I think it’s the only reason Lola wears them. And Damien falls for it every time. I love him more now that I see his relationship with Lola. Damien’s perfect for her; she loves him too. Even if she hasn’t said it, I see it. We have that in common. Regardless of how we handle emotional stress. Lola is resuming her training and insisting that Markum and Damien help her. I’m so proud. I have joined in on occasion, but not today. It’s firearms training, and she needs no distraction
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