Crazy but sweet

  LOLA POV...

  I stood beside Jolie, watching the firemen put out the fire in his car. Satisfaction coursed through my veins as I admired my handiwork—his precious limited-edition Audi R8 now looked like a burnt marshmallow. But I knew this wasn't over. Jolie was going to retaliate. I wasn't safe. The firemen finished their job, and a tow truck hauled away the charred remains of the car. Jolie grabbed me roughly by the arm and yanked me into the house, his face an unreadable mix of rage and disbelief.

  "Are you fucking crazy? Have you lost your damn mind?!" he barked.

  This man had several other cars parked at the Daviola villa, plus an entire fleet of sports cars in the garage, yet he was acting like I’d torched his only means of transportation.

  "That's what you get for hiring a man with an oversized dick to rape me," I shot back, folding my arms.

  He rubbed his temples and sighed as if dealing with a toddler. "You really are a dumb person, Lola. First of all, you hired my two guards. Second, you're still a virgin who wants her first time to be special. How did you think this would end?"

  Oh. So he knew. Well, at least now I didn’t have to pretend.

  "Stop crying about your stupid car. You have more parked at your parents’ mansion," I huffed.

  "That was my favorite! You're going to pay for this, Lola Fayas," he seethed, storming upstairs.

  I trailed after him, hands on my hips. "Come on, Jolie. I'm your wife! You can't revenge on an innocent prank." I batted my lashes, feigning innocence.

  He stopped at the top of the stairs, turned, and grinned wickedly. "Who said anything about revenge? Since you love playing pranks, I'm going to join you in your little game. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

  A shiver ran down my spine. What was this devil planning?

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  JOLIE POV...

  I went to my room, seething. Lola thought she could mess with me? Me?! Oh, she had another thing coming. I wasn’t just going to get revenge—I was going to make it legendary. The kind of revenge that made history.

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  SAM POV...

  I couldn't get Lola out of my head. I remembered how good she looked when we met at my restaurant, how innocent she was back then. And now... now all I could think about was the nude picture Jolie had sent me. I swallowed hard, imagining her soft, untouched body under my hands instead of Jolie’s.

  I should have made a move when I had the chance. Instead, I wasted time teaching her how to please a man in our chats, only for her to use my techniques on another guy.

  How was someone as gorgeous as Lola still untouched? It made no sense. I wanted her. No, I needed her.

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  LOLA POV...

  I went downstairs to make breakfast, but what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.

  Jolie. In the kitchen. Cooking.

  Oh. My. God.

  I blinked rapidly, trying to process this supernatural event. "Since when do you cook?"

  He shrugged and placed a plate of spaghetti in front of me. "Since today. We are married, after all. Thought I’d treat my beloved wife."

  I narrowed my eyes. He was up to something.

  "Please, wifey, take a seat," he said sweetly.

  My brain was spinning. What was his game? I reluctantly sat down and picked up my fork.

  "Go on, taste it," he urged.

  "No, you take a bite first," I countered, crossing my arms.

  He sighed dramatically, took a bite from my plate, then another. "Satisfied?"

  I hesitated before finally taking a bite. My taste buds exploded. Damn. It was delicious.

  I had just taken a sip of milk when he casually asked, "Did it hit the G-spot?"

  I choked, spewing milk across the table. My face turned crimson.

  "What are you talking about at a dining table?!" I sputtered.

  "What are you imagining?" he smirked, continuing his meal as if he hadn’t just said something utterly inappropriate.

  I glared at him, but before I could respond, he leaned down behind me, his breath warm against my ear.

  "Great food is like great sex," he murmured, nibbling my earlobe. "Did it hit the G-spot?"

  I gasped. My body reacted before my brain could process it.

  Then, before I could yell at him, he pinched my tits. Respectfully.

  I moaned.

  I MOANED.

  I turned, ready to scream at him, but he was already walking away.

  "Serves you right for dressing like that in front of a man," he called over his shoulder.

  I looked down. I was wearing a thin T-shirt with no bra and a tight mid-thigh short.

  Oh.

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  I swallowed hard. No. I would not let Jolie mess with my head. He was planning something. I needed to stay smart.

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  JOLIE POV...

  I went upstairs, smirking. That was fun. Lola thought she could mess with me? Ha! She had no idea what she was up against. I walked into the bathroom, the memory of her moan replaying in my head.

  Damn, she was turning me on.

  I thought about her soft body, her tight little—

  I groaned, needing release. I had to take care of this.

  Afterward, I grabbed her clean towel and wiped myself off. Then, with a satisfied smirk, I hung it back up.

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  JOLIE & HIS MOTHER

  I was already annoyed when I arrived at my parents' mansion.

  Mom didn’t even let me breathe before attacking me with her latest demand.

  "Is she pregnant yet?"

  I nearly choked. "Geez, Mom, give me a break! I married her with no feelings attached. Why would I touch her after just a few days?"

  "Time is running out, Jolie," she pressed. "The sooner she’s pregnant, the better. Just one night, that’s all I ask. We need to confirm she’s fertile—"

  I clenched my fists. "She's not some experiment, Mom."

  "Jolie, please," she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "Just one night. That’s all I ask."

  I sighed heavily. "Mom, you have to understand—she’s my wife now, not some tool. I hope you get that."

  Then I turned and walked away, exhaus

ted from her constant meddling.

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  LOLA POV...

  The moment Jolie left, I knew I had to prepare for war. This man was dangerous. He was cunning. And he was planning something.

  Fine. Let the games begin.

  Tomorrow... tomorrow everything changes.