Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Hell, there is no way I’m taking this ring off. My wife will always be Lola.
Despite the fact that we are no longer married, she will always be my wife. Is it true that she filed our divorce papers? I’ll have to verify with my lawyer tomorrow. I examined the glass and swirled it while scanning the area for her. I’m not sure why I didn’t make our marriage official. Did she actually file our divorce papers? No, I have a strong suspicion she did not. However, why did she refuse to submit? I will never desire anyone else more than I desire Lolita. I began scanning the faces of every female patron in the club. I’m on the lookout for a sight of those piercing blue eyes. Those beautiful eyes used to stare at me with such tenderness. The love I failed to acknowledge and the love I failed to keep–it is entirely my fault, I swallowed my drink, and a lady approached me. I shush the woman away. I kept scanning, looking for those mesmerizing eyes, I succumbed to frustration. Tears began to fall. I’m just hoping to catch a peek at her. I’d give anything to be able to see her. I’m desperate to see my Lolita. The disappointment was palpable. My guilt began to take over, and now I’m looking for someone to fuck in order to drown my sorrows in another’s pussy. I began looking for the girl I had shoved aside. I noticed her on her way to see another guy. I approached her and dragged her into the restroom. She snarls.
“What are you doing?”
“Are you going to shut up and follow me?” I yelled.
I pinned her against the wall of the restroom. I pushed my fingers beneath the hem of her short black gown, quickly inserting them into her panties. She let out a gasp.
“This is the restroom. People are going to see us.”
“I don’t give a damn.”
I proceeded to run my finger along the border of her smooth slit, eventually reaching her throbbing clit. She desires me as much as I desire her. I began circling her clit with my thumb. Small moans were coming out of her mouth. I slid one finger inside her while rubbing her off with the other. As I began to feel her walls tighten, her legs trembled.
“Don’t move!” I snarled.
I pinned her against the wall with one hand while pulling up her dress with the other. I paddled her and palmed her ass. I swung her around to face the wall. One of my hands was still clutching her two hands. I took out a condom and placed it on my cock with my free hand. I let out a long thrust while spanking her ass again.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” She screamed. “Yes, fuck me!”
I began ramming her roughly into her pussy while spanking her ass. I swiftly freed her hands and grabbed her petite waist, pushing deep into her pussy. The restroom is filled with groans and grunts. I thrust into her with my two hands, parting her butt cheeks. I was on the verge of exploding.
“Yes, Lola. Fuck yes, baby.” The girl yelled.
“What the hell?”
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Chapter 21
“Shut the fuck up!”
“It’s fine, baby; you can call me whatever you want.”
After that, I let go of my cum while screaming the name of the woman I love. The woman abandoned me because I failed to express my feelings for her. I treated her like a one–night stand when she was my wife. I became irritated as I stared at the girl in the restroom with me. She doesn’t have piercing blue eyes at all.
“Get the fuck out!” I roared.
I fixed my slacks and went straight to my car. When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom to scrub every inch of my body clean of the girl I had just fucked in the toilet. What happened to my morals? I opened my eyes to see a photograph of her and me when she was nine years old. What was she thinking when she did this to me? I took out my phone and attempted to contact her once more. However, the phone number has been deactivated. I then dialed Candice’s number. When her phone rang, it was answered by an Asian–accented man. This is the one I chose over my first love since she is more mature, but now I’m paying the price. To be honest, this isn’t the first time I’ve called, and this guy has picked up instead of Candice. The first day was the day we were meant to get married. She made me lose Lola while she was cheating on me, so I had to give her up.
Candice, you’ve arrived in the pit of hell.
~Lola~
As the train pulled away from NYC, heading to Ozark, I thought of the opportunities I had to express how I felt for Dante, but I couldn’t. The prom night, our dinner dates, on my 18th birthday, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I’ve been told that no matter what, a girl shouldn’t be too desperate. His mom told me I should never tell him. He would have to realize his feelings for me himself. Sadly, it took years, and I’m still counting. I chuckled because it never happened; it was all in my head. Dante and Lola’s story was all in my head, and this is our goodbye. Sadly, our story ends today.
