Lola Cheeks Real Name Novels & Stories

Lola said without looking up. "What?" "You heard me. You're glowing. Your skin looks different. Your hair looks different. You walked in here smiling. You never walk in here smiling." "I do smile." "Not like that." She looked up from her toes, brush frozen in her hand. "That's a 'somebody's touching me right' smile." My face heated up instantly. "Nobody's touching me." "Your eye is twitching." I pressed my fingers against my eye. "It's allergies." "It's lies." She capped the nail polish and turned to face me fully, legs crossed, arms folded. Full interrogation mode. "What's going on with you?"

Lola's face was flushed as she walked to her mirror wincing at the slight discomfort in between her legs. That man was a pro! His tongue and fingers seemed to be made to give pleasure. She just laughed at the irony of Ramón’s cartel boss persona and his mastery of pleasure. Now, this game was changing. Well… a girl has got to get some good loving. She muttered to herself as she made her way into her bathroom. She turned on the faucet and let the warm water just fall on her. She picked out a pair of faded boyfriend jeans and a flimsy crop top. At least it wasn't be too simple and she would still look sharp and smart.