Chapter 20 

Tuck, Lola! 

She balanced herself on the couch as the thrust up and down my shaft. I was certain she would destroy me with her thrusts. I pinned her to the couch and shoved her down. I flung open her legs and thrust madly. The matched up the entirety of me 

Tuck! 

She’s sweet. So damn sweet. Her screaming my name was the best part of my day. She was swallowing my entire length and taking pleasure in it, with the first, second, and third thrusts, her orgasm overwhelmed us both, driving me over the edge right along with her. I collapsed on top of her and took her to bed. She stared at me with tears in her eyes and immediately began caressing my face, 

I locked my gaze on her eyes, 

“Hi! My name is Lola.” I grinned, cupping her face. 

“My name is Dante.” She smiled at me, probably, for remembering 

“May I join you in a game?” 

“How old are you?” She gave him a puppy–dog expression, as she had the first day we met. 

“You’re so adorable when you do that,” I observed. She had the same puppy look once more. 

“I am nine years old.” 

“Well. I’m a sixteen–year–old; do you wish to play with your older brother?” She gave me a nod. 

“Will you be my prince charming?” 

“As long as you are the princess. I will be anything for you, my Lolita.” 

I saw tears in her eyes, and I wiped them away and kissed her soft, delicate lips. One I have been hesitant to kiss And fuck it felt so right. 

“I love you, my Lolita.” 

“I love you too, Prince Charming.” 

She dozed off. 

I’m regretting it yet again. Why didn’t I stop her? For the love of God, she is my little Lolita! Why does it feel so right with her? What is it that I’m missing? 

She was not in bed when I awoke the next morning. I made my way to the shower and prepared for work. I entered her room and immediately felt the sound of running water. I smiled as I slammed the door shut. Martin, my driver, 

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was already waiting for me when I arrived, and he drove me to work. It was 2 p.m., and I hadn’t seen Lola. She’s always working with me on Saturdays. I went to her office, and she was not there. I proceeded to the human resources department. 

“Carman, is Lola off sick?” She glanced at me with a questionable gaze. 

“What do you mean, Mr. Monroe? 1 assumed you were aware.” 

“Knew what?” 

“Lola resigned three months ago. Yesterday was her last day at work.” 

“What!” 

I hurriedly contacted Martin to bring the car so he could drive me home. When I returned home, I hurried into her room. I checked the bathroom. She wasn’t there. I went to her closet and discovered it was completely empty. I witnessed dread. I hastened down the steps. I took one of my sports cars and hurried to her house. I was greeted by unfamiliar faces. They stated that they had purchased the house three months ago. What is going on? I tried calling her so many times. I refuse to think that last night was a goodbye. I am unable to bear it. I drove to my mother’s house and discovered she was not there. I cried like a baby for the first time in my life. 

“Mom, why did she do this to me?” 

~Dante~ 

My mom has never seen me cry in my 32 years of existence. Firstly, I’m not sure if I’m crying for my closest friend because I loved her but couldn’t express it or because of what she did to me last night. How can she fuck me like that and leave me? What was the reason for her departure? Is it out of fear that we will continue to cross the line? Why didn’t she tell me she wanted to leave before she did? What exactly is going on? Where should I begin my search for her? Until now, I thought we were best friends. She resigned without informing me, and she sold her house without even informing me. What exactly is going on here, Lolita? 

“Dante.” My mother’s eyes met mine as I raised my head. 

“I love you so much, son, but I’m afraid I’ll have to cut all ties with you this time. You will understand why I’m doing this when you locate Lola. From this point on son, stop coming here until you return, my daughter. This is entirely your fault and entirely your outright lies.” 

“Mother, what exactly do you mean? Are you aware of why Lola left?” 

“My suspicions were confirmed when she left without saying anything. Stop coming here; I don’t want to see you.” 

She stood up and went inside. 

Lola, I’ve been abandoned by my own mother. What is going on? 

I left my family’s residence and immediately made my way to a club. My mother chased me out of her house. My best friend, or perhaps more accurately, my first love, abandoned me. My girlfriend is perpetually occupied. Her mother is sick every weekend. I am aware that she is lying. I pursued my one and only shot at happiness. I examined the ring on my finger and thought to myself,