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12.1-Anniversary
Demona MaxwellMost women would have broken up with Nathan long before this, but Lola isn't like most women. She has low self-esteem because of Nathan and doesn't think she can do any better. We know she can and hope Justine will save her soon. Q&A-Do you think Lola will ever have the courage to break up with Nathan? Leave me your theories in the comments. Also, if you have one, drop me a Gem.
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Anything For Lola 12.2-Anniversary
I take a deep breath to settle myself before returning for the plates. Nathan isn’t finished trying to entice me. He pinches my ass, pulling me back to him. Smelling horrid, he kisses me aggressively, making me gag. “It’s time to go, Nathan,” I say again with conviction. “Babe, I need it,” he says gruffly, pawing at my clothes. “Please, Nathan, I’m tired and not in the mood,” I don’t want to fight going slack in his arms. “But see, I can always help with that and get you there,” he moves his hands to unbutton my jeans. Daniel’s eyes shoot open, intently watching as my zipper comes down. He’s intrigued, becoming more alert in his crotch with each movement. Nathan’s hand finally pushes into my underwear, and I react quickly. “Stop it, not in front of Daniel. I don’t like it,” I stutter, shoving his hands away. “You’re being unreasonable,” Nathan says, running a hand through his hair, frustrated. I button myself back up and take another step away from him, fearing his anger. I can
Anything For Lola 13.1-Lunch
Justine-On the afternoon of Tuesday, the 27th Working from home today could be more relaxing. But I’m up at one in the morning for international calls. Sitting in my office, I stare at the half-green and orange trees. The line rings while tapping my nails on my chestnut and iron desk. My international finance officer Hattori answers on the third ring. His voice is strained as he starts in on the proposal for a merger he has tomorrow. I roll my eyes, knowing he’s worrying for nothing. “Make sure you counter any offer they put forth,” I prattle off in Japanese, “I trust you and what you have presented.” “We can’t lose this deal. What is our funding cap for negotiations,” Hittori asks, making me smile. “Fifty million, but they should fold long before that,” as I’m confident in his abilities. After three hours of business, I crawl back into bed with Damien, who hasn’t woken yet. Cuddled into him, my dreams are filled with the luscious curves of Lola’s body, making me ravenous for her
Anything For Lola 13.2-Lunch
After several hours of boring investment business, my mind returns to Lola. Those eyes of hers held such sorrow, not like the times before. She seemed less than hopeful about her date later with her shithead of a boyfriend. What a self-righteous asshole. He fans my anger, something fierce. How could he make her cook on their anniversary? And then invite that wretched friend to boot. I know Lola didn’t tell me everything. I can only imagine the reasons why, and I'm heartbroken for her. I’ll never press; I’m sure she gets enough of that from others. But I do want her to open up to me at some point. With a loud ring, my thoughts about her become a reality. I stare at my cell phone, seeing Lola’s name bold and bright. The anxiety I feel has my hands shaking to answer. “Hello, Sweet Lola,” I say, trying not to have my voice crack. “Hi, Miss Justine, Could I bother you for a ride home? I'm getting stood up again." Lola sounds incredibly disheartened, mentioning her inconsiderate boyfri
Anything For Lola 14.1-Sushi
Lola - On the evening of Tuesday, the 27th Justine leaves the dinner as elegantly as she arrives. Another big tip makes me blush as I’m cashing out her check. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but it seems too much. I’ll have to talk to her about that as I have difficulty hiding my money. I’m busy cleaning up our mess when I hear a mom call her child Nathan, and the flood of emotions comes back to me. My phone rings, thinking of the devil himself. I still have a minute on break, so I will go ahead and answer. “Hey, babe. Boss is having us do some overtime,” Nathan sounds exasperated, trying to explain. “So, no date night again. Why am I not surprised?” I say sarcastically. “Hey! I can’t help it when it’s work,” Nathan retorts bitterly. I hear Daniel in the background laughing, and I scoff at his intrusiveness. That prick can never keep his nose out of our business. Yet another reason not to like him. “Fine! See you whenever,” I say in a huff hanging up. I don’t want to get t
Anything For Lola 14.2-Sushi
Two more geisha servers come in. They’re holding trays of assorted sashimi, sushi, and rolls and kneeling to each side of us. The entertainment geishas return too but are dressed differently in thinner kimonos draped off their shoulders. Each bow gracefully, kneeling before the table, and remove their robes. To say I’m shocked again is an understatement. Both ladies are beautiful in their nude displays. Flawless even. They sit on the floor side by side, lay head to foot, and move into each other. There are painted decorations on their bodies, and once they are close enough, they form a yin-yang. The other two servers begin setting a beautiful scene, starting with banana leaves and large flower petals covering certain bits of the girl’s naked body. They then arrange the sushi in intricate patterns. Again, I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene; it’s so erotic. I would be too shy to lay there myself, but the thought is tempting. They conclude the prep by placing new chopsticks perfe
Anything For Lola 15.1-Conflicted
Lola - Late Evening on Tuesday, the 27th On the ride home, Justine asks me many questions, but I happily give her the answers. Most are about school, and a few about my family. The drive needed to be longer as we ran out of time—Damien parks outside my building and, like a gentleman, gets out to wait at my door. “I hope you had an enjoyable time. I know I did,” Justine takes my hand in hers. “And thank you for not running away.” I did think about it. But in the end, I was too enraptured by everything, especially Justine. I’ve never known anyone like her or Damien before. “Why would I run away from you,” I ask rhetorically. “I mean it, Lola. Thank you for staying,” she says thoughtfully. Justine even seems to be crying a little. She looks vulnerable, and I know that feeling. But how can a woman with her confidence be faltering right now? “No one has ever enjoyed that with me,” Justine admits. “Not like you did.” “Damien looked plenty at ease,” I grin. Remembering how easy it wa
Anything For Lola 15.2-Conflicted
“Stop it, Nathan. You’re hurting me, and you’re drunk,” I say, trying to get free. Nathan handles me so hard that the pain radiates to my wrist, and I must keep from wincing. Ignoring what I said and he pulls me closer, fondling my breast. I’m still trying to get away, but he holds me tighter as his hands are unrelenting, squeezing anything he can touch. “Why are you here, Nathan?” I ask, frustrated already. “I thought you broke up with me for canceling again,” he chides. “Then why did you come over if I broke up with you?” pushing his hands away. “To makeup, of course,” he says, sloppily kissing my neck. Nathan again starts pawing at me, trying to get into my robe, and manages to untie it. Pulling it open, he becomes more brutish with my breast, breathing heavily on my nape. “Nathan, stop. You’re hurting me,” I pull away, but he stops me. “Fine, but where were you, Lola?” he kisses me more gently and loosens his hold. “I went out, and my phone died. Sorry,” I did not mean for
Anything For Lola 16.1-Realizations
Lola - On the early morning of Wednesday the 28th I hear water running when I wake up and know Nathan is showering. I don’t want to join and get up to start some coffee instead. Dirty dishes fill the sink, and I need to wash them. I scoff, it’s too early, and I’m not bothering to make breakfast. Finishing our mugs, I take a sip of mine. I’m finally awake and remember why I’m still conflicted. I can’t believe I almost messed up yesterday. My stomach tightens, hearing the bathroom door open. Glancing over my shoulder, Nathan comes in wearing boxers and a shirt. He looks handsome, being clean-shaven for once. But I can’t appreciate that. I’m also upset about how he treats me. “There’s my girl,” Nathan hugs me from behind. While he kisses me, he takes his hand up my shirt to my breast and rubs his semi-erection on my ass. I feel sexualized and pull away, not in the mood for this first thing. “Coffee?” I ask, pointing to his cup. “Yes, please, I’m fucking hungover,” Nathan admits, an
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