Nathan - Late Evening of Wednesday, the 28th Who the hell was that fucker? I’ve never seen him before. If I do again, I’ll kill them both for this. That asshole for touching what’s mine and Lola for fucking around. Stupid bitch, she’s a fucking slut hypocrite. I ran back to my truck, bleeding and angry with Lola for allowing this. I tried calling only to get her voicemail again. Hitting the dashboard, I let out my aggravation waiting for the beep. “Who the fuck was he, Lola? That cocksucker broke my nose! You better not be fucking him, Or you will fucking regret it, you stupid bitch! Do you understand me? I better not see him near you again, you slut!” I screamed all that into the receiver and threw the phone aside angrily. Pissed off, I wipe my nose clean before starting the truck. I barely miss a car pulling out onto the road. The driver honks at me, not that I care, speeding down the lane to Daniel’s place. This shit is not over with, Lola. She will pay for this freakout of he

Justine - Early Morning of Thursday the 29th It’s almost one o’clock as I look at Lola, brushing some hair from her face. Today was traumatic for her, and I want to wipe it away with another kiss. She seems at peace, finally resting. I don’t want to wake her, either. I’m only restless and can never sleep after a stressful day like this. Rather than moping, I pick up my phone to text Damien. He responds, but the ding startles Lola. I silence the notifications quickly. She settles, and I’m able to continue my response. Damien - I sent you an email containing all her info. Me - Perfect, I can’t sleep and need something to do. Damien - I would offer to help, but I know your answer. Me - Not tonight. Lola is more important. Damien - I agree Just as I receive another message, Lola starts twitching in my arms. She’s whimpering lightly and obviously dreaming. Shifting violently, she knocks my phone to the bed and bellows, “Get out, Nathan!” I drop my arms, as my ears are ringing, but

My need for her is peeking as I trail my hands along her body. But she glides it away from her breast, keeping me from pleasing her. “I can say thank you with more than just kisses if you let me,” I tempt, pawing at her. “Lola, please slow down,” Justine moans, flipping us easily. “If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was ask,” I playfully bite at her neck. She growls contentedly, squeezing me tight. I can feel how much she wants me in the embrace, but she’s holding back. “Not yet, but soon I promise. Be a little more patient Lola.” “But why?” I ask, simply shocked. “Because It would be best if you healed first,” she says lovingly with a kiss on my cheek, “and I want it to be special with you,” she confesses. With more soft kisses, I get lost in her tease of affection. But suddenly, the phone rings strangely, ending our sultry debate. “Fuck me!” she bellows but not at me. Justine scrambles to sit up, pulling me with her. She grabs her phone and silences the video conf

“Miss Lola, the guards, and police are being dispatched. Stay calm,” Are you still in danger?” she asks, pausing for me to respond. I want to cry but hold firm for those watching. Damien takes my phone and says a code to clear the alarm. We then set my passcodes, one for all clear and the other for danger. I’m in shock but smile tightly. “Miss Lola, do you need a break or some water?” Markum asks tenderly to my look. “No, I’m fine. Please continue,” I say evenly and straighten up, regaining my composure. Next, he shows me how to use the mace. It’s easy but oddly shaped for quick action—opening, closing, and spraying. “Boss-man, if you would,” Markum motions to the safety table. The cute nickname makes me smile as Damien gets ready in a helmet with a full shield and goggles underneath. He adds a strap around his neck to secure it all. Looking odd, but he stands ready, and I know where this is going. “Can’t I practice on that instead?” I ask, pointing to the dummy. “Not for this

Damien- on the early morning of Friday, the 30th Watching Lola sleep, she looks beautiful, snuggled in close to Justine. She even has the cutest little snore resting peacefully between us. Today was emotionally taxing for her, and then, of course, Justine had to put her to bed properly. “I don’t think either of us expected that,” I say softly to Justine. “No, I sure didn’t. But I wished Lola kept her eyes closed,” Justine whispers while biting her lip. “Is it so bad she didn’t?” I ask honestly. “No, it’s not, but I also don’t want this to be about sex. I want Lola in every way. So maybe no more till she begs for it,” Justine says, trailing her hands down her body. “Then why didn’t you use a toy?” I ask devilishly, knowing I’m her real one. “I could have, but you know those only frustrate me more,” she admits while rubbing herself. Justine is trying to be good, so to speak. Otherwise, she would’ve sixty-nined Lola last night while I pounded her without a care. Especially if Lola