~DANTE~My search for Lola has been going on for more than six months now. I have refused to allow Candice to visit my house for nearly three months. I broke things off with Candice, but the girl seemed not to get the message. I don’t want her; I only want Lola, my wife. Candice suggested that we become friends. She kept me company and knew when not to cross the line. I will never forget what I promised my wife. I promised her that I would be her prince as long as she remained the princess, but I fell short. I had let her down. I took her innocence and told her we couldn’t work. She was the woman I married, the love of my life, but I failed our love. I didn’t have sex with some fucking girl. I slept with my wife! However, like an idiot, I offended her sentiments for Candice, her girlfriend. While she was my wife, she watched me share a room with my girlfriend. She made numerous sacrifices for me, and what did I give her in return? I treated my wife as if she were a side dish, despite

~DANTE~I entered the grand hotel and found Candice waiting for me in one of the corners. It’s more as though she’s embarrassed to be seen with me. To be honest, baby girl, I’m game. I know about your Jackie Chan boyfriend. Playing with her would be a lot of fun. It’s obvious that she adores Jackie Chan, but how did she manage to trick me? I’ve now lost Lola. It was because of this woman that I lost her. I opted to stand in the reception area in order for her to see me and approach me. However, Candice remained immobile. I know what she is doing. She wants me to reserve a room and meet her at the elevator. Why wasn’t I able to see through these activities previously? She has always acted in this manner toward me. She is adamant about not being seen with me in public yet claims to love me. If that is the case, then I will make sure that your martial arts boyfriend sees you with me. That’s a promise, and I’ll keep it. I continued to pretend I didn’t see her and started to glance around,

~DANTE~I sat up in bed, blinking my eyes open. I was awake. My eyes felt sweaty, and I massaged them with my fingers as I pushed myself out of bed, kicking off the bedsheets. In an instant, I could feel my eyes becoming more irritated. I groped for my phone on the nightstand, thinking Elvis had sent me a message informing me of my wife Lola’s whereabouts. Regrettably, there were only missed calls from Candice. I checked the clock and realized I had plenty of time to work out. I dashed to the bathroom and took care of business as fast as possible. Then I dried my hands and face before exiting the bathroom and entering my walk-in closet, where I started searching for a towel so I could head to my gym, but then I couldn’t find any of the towels. I got annoyed as I’ve never run short of towels. "Why am I paying helpers if they can’t get a single thing straight?" Annoyed, I went to the side of the closet where I keep Lola’s clothes when she comes to visit. A towel caught my eye in one of

~Candice’s POV~My brain is fried, and I have no idea what to do next. I’m out of options at this point in time. Dante shattered my life, which is how I ended up here. I am a girlfriend who is nothing less than a housemaid. Dante made it clear that he didn’t want me, but I forced myself into this house on the pretense that I had no place to go and I owed some people money, so I couldn’t rent a place. He doesn’t even show the slightest bit of interest in me. Lola has been gone for over 2 years now, but Dante won’t give me a chance; instead, he fucks hookers while I am here, staying with him and waiting for him every month. I made dinner, arranged the table, and awaited his return. Well, he might come back or he might not come back. We rarely dine together. Oh well, I forgot to mention that he doesn’t even touch my food. I lied to him just to be closer to him, in hopes that he would stop talking about Lola and look at me, but I failed; he loves Lola. Ever since I moved into this house f

~Dante~I groaned as my hangover pressed against my skin and skull. My hand is resting on what seems to be an ass. I fought the urge to open my eyes as I remembered shit. What the fuck did I get myself into today? My heart pounded in my chest as I recalled that I was drinking and that Candice was at the same bar. I really can’t end up with Candice. If I ever fucked her, I might as well die.Is my hand resting on Candice’s ass? Naa, even in my drunken state, my cock wouldn’t even perk for Candice. My body doesn’t react to that woman. I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange room. Where am I? At least I’m convinced it wasn't Candice I fucked last night. I removed my hand from the ass that I was grabbing and rubbed my temples to soothe the pain I was experiencing in my skull.I look over at the honey-blonde woman sleeping next to me. I raise the blanket, and I’m completely naked, and so is she. I took her in.Gorgeous, eatable ass.I turn my head slightly to the side in order to get