Crazy but sweet

 JOLIE’S POV

 I did everything I could to get home and make sure Lola was safe. I canceled the meeting—even though the investors and the board weren’t happy about it—but I didn’t give a damn.

 I just wanted to be with my wife.

 The house was eerily quiet when I stepped into the living room, drenched from the rain.

 "Lola!" I called, scanning the place with my eyes.

 Silence.

 I went upstairs, straight into our bedroom. Empty.

 Where is she?

 I grabbed my phone and called her again. Still no answer.

 Why the hell isn’t she picking up?

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 LOLA’S POV

 After feeding Sam, I realized my phone was still in the car. I grabbed an umbrella and stepped outside.

 The rain was relentless, pounding against the ground as the wind howled through the street. My grip tightened around the umbrella as the wind tried to snatch it away.

 I was already drenched from head to toe by the time I reached the car. My fingers fumbled with the door as I grabbed my handbag and phone. Just as I turned to run back inside, a powerful gust of wind yanked the umbrella from my hands and sent it flying.

 I squealed and sprinted back to the house, rain slapping against my skin like tiny whips.

 Once inside, I dropped my bag on the table and rushed into a room for some privacy.

 I peeled off my wet shirt, leaving me in just my red bra and singlet. My body shivered violently, and my teeth chattered. My hair was soaked, sticking to my face like a second skin.

 I turned on my phone.

 Jesus Christ.

 20 missed calls from Jolie.

 I gulped.

 I’m so dead.

 The phone rang again. My hands trembled as I picked up and placed it against my ear.

 "Jo—"@@novelbin@@

 "Where are you?" His voice was sharp, cutting me off.

 I swallowed hard. "At Sam’s house..."

 Silence.

 Then—

 "Who the hell is Sam?"

 I nearly peed myself.

 "Sam! From high school! The four-eyed one! My best friend!" I blurted, panicking.

 "Connect to video chat."

 Oh no.

 I hesitated before pulling the phone away from my ear and switching to video.

 Jolie’s face appeared on the screen. He didn’t look happy. At all.

 Scratch that—he looked furious.

 His eyes flickered to my red bra.

 Then, just like that—

 Click.

 He hung up.

 I gasped.

 He’s mad. He’s so mad.

 I quickly redialed, but his phone was off.

 Oh my God.

 Who knows if he smashed his phone again?

 I sighed, only to realize—

 He just saw me in a red bra. In a man’s house.

 Kill me now.

 I waited five minutes for the washing machine to beep, signaling that my clothes were dry. Once dressed, I returned to the living room and helped Sam up.

 "Thank you, bestie," he mumbled.

 I tried not to look worried. "What about your sister?" I asked, remembering he was an orphan. His sister was all he had.

 "She wasn’t picking up, so I called you instead."

 I sighed.

 "I’m taking you to the hospital first thing in the morning, got it?"

 He nodded.

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 NEXT MORNING

 I woke up early and went to check on Sam. He still looked weak, but better than last night. Since we were best friends, I had no problem helping him groom himself.

 After making him breakfast, he managed to eat a little.

 I checked the time. Almost 7 AM.

 Jolie leaves the house at 9:30 sharp.

 I need to get home before then and set things right.

 I helped Sam into the car, locked his door, and drove to the hospital as fast as I could. The storm had passed, but the streets were still wet, with leaves scattered everywhere.

 What a mess.

 Once I finished the admission process, I left quickly.

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 LOLA’S POV

 I parked in front of my house and checked the time.

 Huh.

 Jolie’s car was still outside.

 Thank goodness.

 I grabbed everything I bought at the mall yesterday. It was a lot, but I somehow managed to carry it all into the house.

 I dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and froze.

 Jolie was standing there, sipping coffee, casually operating his phone.

 He was already dressed for work.

 I swallowed hard and slowly walked toward him.

 "Jolie. Good...morning," I stuttered, rubbing my hands together.

 He didn’t even look up.

 I clenched my fists. "Sam was sick, Jolie. He called me, and he needed help... and—"

 "You fucked yourselves till you remembered there’s a fool waiting for you at home. Then, you decided to answer the call and fake distress," he said coldly.

 I blinked. "What?"

 He scoffed. "All you needed was for me to deflower you, and now you can go around sharing your pussy, right?"

 Excuse me?!

 "Jolie, what are you saying?!" I choked, shaking my head. "I didn’t even share a room with him!"

 He didn’t respond. He simply picked up his other phone from the

counter and left the kitchen.

 Panic mode: Activated.

 I ran after him, my heart beating like a party drum.

 "Jolie, please! You have to understand me!"

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