Crazy but sweet

 LOLA'S POV

 I stared blankly at Brian's wife, who was wearing oversized sunglasses like she was some undercover agent. What is she doing here?

 I quickly glanced around. No sign of Jolie. The jerk must have gone to work.

 "Good morning, Lola. Remember me?" she asked, her lips curling into a smirk.

 I nodded slightly. Not really.

 "Can I come in?"

 I hesitated for a second but eventually stepped aside, letting her in.

 She strutted past me into the house like she owned the place while I closed the door behind her. What does she want?

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 JOLIE'S POV

 I sat in the backseat of my car, eyes glued to my tablet as my chauffeur drove me to work. But I wasn’t actually reading anything—I was thinking about her.

 Lola.

 Our crazy drama last night replayed in my mind. Unforgettable.

 How could she change so much?

 She used to be the definition of an introvert—quiet, withdrawn, zero friends. And now? She’s got a temper, a sharp mouth, and a fire in her eyes that drives me insane.

 If only I had known I’d end up married to her, I would have told my ‘bitches’ back in high school to stop bullying her.

 I wasn’t proud of it. But I was young, stupid, and angry that she never fell at my feet like the rest of them.

 When my friends and I rolled up in our Lamborghini sports cars, girls would practically throw themselves at me. But Lola? She’d look away like I was invisible. Like I was just another guy.

 That drove me crazy.

 And now?@@novelbin@@

 Now, all I can think about is how to get her laid.

 I tried my best to sleep beside her without touching her, but soon enough, we’d have to make out. It’s inevitable.

 I clenched my jaw, pushing the thought aside as the car pulled up in front of my company.

 I stepped out as my chauffeur drove off to park.

 Immediately, my Personal Assistant and two secretaries rushed forward, bowing slightly.

 A minute later, my PA returned with my briefcase while one of the secretaries placed a steaming cup of filtered coffee—black and strong, just the way I liked it—on my desk.

 I settled into my chair, leaning back as they lined up before me, ready to report.

 But all I could think about was her.

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 LOLA'S POV

 I chuckled nervously as Brian’s wife—Selen—burst into laughter.

 What the hell is so funny?

 “You’re an angel, I must say,” she giggled. “It’s so good that you fry the onions without vegetable oil before adding a little oil and tomatoes.”

 I nodded slowly. Uh… okay?

 Since she arrived, she’d been making irrelevant comments, asking stupid questions, and laughing like I was wearing my T-shirt backward.

 “Let’s go make breakfast!” she suddenly beamed and rushed toward the kitchen.

 What?!

 "Mrs. Brian?" I called, stopping her in her tracks.

 She turned and chuckled. "What did you just call me?" she asked sarcastically.

 I winced. "Uh… I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name."

 She waved it off. "It’s okay! My name is Selen," she said cheerfully.

 I nodded. She’s weirdly friendly.

 "Selen, I'm really not hungry. There's no need to make breakfast. My cleaner will be here soon; I can ask her to prepare you any kind of breakfast you want," I said, feeling completely uncomfortable.

 She pouted. "Oh… Should we play a game then? How about Scrabble?"

 I groaned internally. How do I get rid of this woman?!

 She was just too cheerful.

 I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry to ask this, Selen, but I really don’t get why you’re here."

 She gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest like I had just insulted her entire existence.

 "Oh, I’m sorry for not making my intentions clear," she cooed. "I just wanted to keep you company since your husband has left for work. And also to butter your mind with some tips and advice on how to keep your man!"

 I stared at her.

 Butter my mind?

 I was about to shut her down completely, but her last words hit me.

 "Okay," I muttered, against my better judgment.

 She grinned in triumph and skipped back to the living room, sinking into the sofa. I sat across from her, regretting my decision immediately.

 She wasted no time. "In keeping your man, the sexual stuff comes first!" she blurted.

 I twitched.

 Oh, for the love of—!

 "Um… I don’t think I need any tips on keeping Jolie. We’re doing just fine," I muttered, biting my lower lip.

 She smirked. "What’s wrong? Haven’t you both been intimate yet?"

 I nearly choked.

 "I just wanted to say," she continued with a giggle, "try to give him the style he wants, and whenever he wants it..."

 I shot up. "I’m sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable discussing this with someone I barely know."

 She smiled like I had just said something amusing.

 "Alright. I don’t mean to pry," she said sweetly.

 I nodded stiffly. "No problem."

 But my mind was running in circles.

 Something about her didn’t sit right with me.

 Her smiles and laughter were too fake, like she was pretending to be friendly.

 I heard her husband and Jolie weren’t on the best of terms these days, so why was she suddenly acting like we were best friends?

 She leaned forward, placing a hand on mine. "Just know that you’ve got a friend in me. And we can stay and get ready for the gathering together this evening!"

 I blinked.

 Oh… the gathering.

 I had almost forgotten.

 And I definitely didn’t feel good about it.

 One thing was clear—I wasn’t going to eat or drink anything there. Who knows what they’re planning?

 "Okay then. I’ll go take a bath," I said, standing up.

 I turned toward the stairs, feeling uneasy.

 Should I call Jolie?

 I wanted to tell him his psycho friend’s wife was here, but… we weren’t exactly that close.

 And besides, he was probably busy.

 I hesitated, then dialed his number anyway.

 I placed the phone to my ear, waiting.

 One ring.

 Two.

 Three.

 Nothing.

 I frowned.

 Why isn’t he picking up?

 Does

he even have my number saved?

 Oh, fuck.

 I sighed, locking my bedroom door behind me.

 I pulled off my clothes and stepped into the bathroom, letting the warm water run over my skin.

 As much as I hated to admit it, I had a very bad feeling about tonight.