~Dante~ “You don’t get to choose whether you want me in their lives or not. I gave birth to them! Stop making me feel bad for what I did. You said I was yours. You said you would wait for me to grow up. You made a promise to me that you never kept. Now I have to get out of my children’s lives. Why? Because you say so? Never! You would rather kill me! You are here, playing the victim every day. What about me? My childhood sweetheart called me a mistake. I slept with all kinds of different women, even when I was of age. He forgot everything about his promise. I didn’t make that promise; you did! I fucking waited for you to see me as a woman. But all you did was confuse me more. Yes, you were my first. But did you care to ask me how I felt, Dante? Every fucking thing was about you. Even now, you are making everything about you without giving me a chance to explain. What the fuck do you want from me? Do you want to take me to court? Fucking take me to court! You ruined my life, and every

~Lola~I never in a million years imagined that my married life would be like this. I never imagined that I would live in a fairytale, but here I am, married to the prince charming of all my fantasies. The one and only man I have ever wanted from as far back as I can remember wanting him. The man who is most emphatically not my knight in shining armor. When I was younger, he was my knight in shining armor, but I suppose things change as people get older, and their hearts change along with them. I shook my head and started to laugh at my pathetic self. I am trapped. Dante Monroe had me where he wanted me. How much pressure is too much for one person to handle? If I could just get an answer to this question, maybe I’d have a better idea of how much longer it will be before I completely lose my mind. Why is it that whenever I make an effort to bring some semblance of order to my otherwise chaotic life, something unexpected comes up, and things get even more complicated than they were bef

~Mason~Unfortunately, I was unable to make it to the wedding of my cousin, who recently got hitched. My mother insisted that I attend the get-together that he had invited me to, despite the fact that I had already turned down his invitation. So here I am at the international airport in New York City. I’m thinking of one person, Lola. She walked away without saying anything. I called her a few times to explain that I didn’t know what June was up to and that I wasn’t a part of it. I know she thinks I betrayed her, but I never expected my sister to go so low. I mean, this is Lola. She had been our friend for over 4 years, and my sister ruined everything. Now Lola thinks I was part of it. One of the reasons she wouldn’t answer my calls, or so I thought. I haven’t spoken to June since that day, and I have no plans to do so. She squandered my chances with Lola. I like Lola. I waited for years, but my sister took it all away in just one day. I had hoped that she would finally let go of her

~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~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