Crazy but sweet

 JOLIE POV

 Yesterday was the worst. I woke up feeling bad. I had promised Lola to take her out, but I couldn't. Brian had succeeded in ruining my day. I postponed my office affairs and decided to spend the day with Lola. I could see the shimmers of joy in her brown orbs. Indeed, she was just like a kid, easy to please. We went to the seaside, where we spent quality time—Lola taking photos and feeding the birds and fish. In the evening, when we got home, we freshened up. I wanted to take my time with Lola since it had been long since I made love to her. I was in the middle of foreplay when my phone rang. I didn’t want to stop, but Lola asked me to. I left the bed feeling guilty. She asked me to get her water when I was done with my call. I was hard as hell, and she seemed unbothered. Maybe she was not in the mood. I received the call and went downstairs to let the maid take some water to my wife.

 Minutes later...

 Lola was on the bed, pressing her phone. I moved to her, and she looked up.

 "What's wrong?" she asked, staring at me.

 I sighed and knelt beside her on the bed.

 "First, I fired the maid. She was actually trying to find out if you were pregnant for my mom. I caught her adding something to your drink," I replied, and she gasped.

 "How can she do such a thing? I mean—your mom," she stuttered, and I took her hands.

 "Wifey, there's something else... It's Anna. She's starving herself. She hasn't taken anything since morning," I paused, and she rolled her eyes.

 "So?" she asked, and I sighed.

 "I want to go to Luke's and see what's wrong with her. She has to eat."

 "You're leaving me here to go visit her? We don't even know if the baby is yours..."

 "I know, but what if it turns out to be mine? Better safe than sorry, Lola," I stated, and she yanked her hands off mine.

 "Come on, Lola. You have to understand. I'll be back in no time," I said, rubbing her cheek.

 "It's already late, Jolie, and you'll have to spend the night there."

 I smiled and tried to kiss her, but she looked away.

 "Please leave, please. Go before it gets even later. It's cold outside. Wear a jacket," she muttered, and I got up.

 "Good night, then."

 She didn't respond. I tucked her in the comforter before walking to the wardrobe. I took a jacket and left the room. I walked into Luke's house. He was drinking alone in the living room.

 "Hey..." I muttered, scouring the room for Anna.

 "What! You didn't tell me you were coming." He said and came to me. We shook hands, and he sighed.

 "That girl's up to something," he said, and I clenched my fist.

 "I'll take care of her, don't worry," I said and went to the kitchen. I made some vegetable soup for Anna. I walked to her room. She was on her bed, crying. At that instant, she reminded me of Lola, how dejected she was when I left.

 "Jolie?" she called with a sniff when she saw me.

 "What's the matter? Why don't you want to eat?" I asked, and she pouted her lips.

 "I'm sad and frustrated, Jolie. Being pregnant and without knowing the father, and you expect me to eat like everything's normal?"

 "Then you could at least call the rest of the men you slept with. Why call me when you know I'm busy?"

 I couldn't stand her. I gave her the tray of food and sat on the chair, watching her eat. Her baby bump was starting to show bit by bit, and I felt like feeling it.

 What if it's my kid? What the hell do I do?

 I'll lose Lola for sure!

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 Next morning

 LOLA POV

 I woke up after a sleepless night. It felt cold since Jolie didn't spend the night with me.

 I sat on the bed, staring at the window. The curtains prevented the light from getting into the room. I was moody, but I tried to cheer up since he’d be back soon. The door opened like it read my mind, and Jolie stepped in. His eyes were a bit puffy, and he came to me on the bed.

 "Good morning," I said curtly.

 "I'm so sleepy and tired. I was up all night thinking about you," he mumbled, and I scoffed.

 "Don't pretend. I'm sure you slept with Anna. You were hard last night." I pouted, and he chuckled.

 "I was with Luke downstairs," he groused and kissed me on my shoulder. I hit him on his chest, and he laughed.

 "I'm tired, Lola. I don't think I'm strong enough to argue with you right now," he muttered and laid well on the bed.

 The rest of the day wasn't so fun. Jolie slept for hours. When he woke up, he freshened up, prepared lunch for us, before he went to his study.

 I sat in the living room, surfing the internet as I enjoyed the fruits Jolie had prepared for me. After a while, I heard quick strides on the stairs, and Jolie came into the room, holding some papers in his hand.

 Isn't that...

 "Can you explain why you hid these papers from me?" he asked, anger fueling his tone.

 Oh no...

 I gulped, staring at him like I had suddenly lost my sense of hearing. How did he find it? I'm sure I hid it in a dark room downstairs. I batted my lashes and looked down. I heard him scoff before leaving the room.

 "What!" I jerked up and ran out of the room, following him. The expression on his face defined anger, and I felt like crying before explaining myself to him. I made him angry again!

 "Why would you do this? What's your reason for hiding these papers from me? The meeting will be held tomorrow, Lola. Why the fuck would you do this?" he rasped, and I flinched, getting teary all of a sudden.

 "I didn't mean to. A lot has been going on, and I wouldn't want you to leave me. I also thought your assistant was already there," I muttered as a tear dropped.

 "You planned on hiding these papers forever?" he asked, shaking his head.

 "Don't go, Jolie. I'm sorry for keeping the papers from you, but please, don't leave me," I pleaded, and he shook off his arm from my grip.

 "I should have gotten there by now if you weren't being such a possessive, stubborn woman! I don't care what your reasons are, but I'm going there first thing tomorrow morning." He stated and walked back to his study.

 After a while, I heard something shattering in our room, and I ran upstairs. I stood at the door, staring at Jolie's shattered phone. He walked to the wardrobe and dragged out his suitcase.

 Oh God!

 He must be boiling with anger. I watched from a distance as he tried to fold his clothes. I didn't dare to go anywhere closer to him.

 "Jolie, please forgive me," I said apologetically. He didn't even flinch.

 Aargh!

 What do I do with him? He's so stubborn and arrogant.

 "Jolie... please," I stressed dolefully, and he shut the luggage after he was done packing.

 I sat stiff on the bed, rubbing my wet fingers. My cheeks were filled with tears as I began recalling all that had just happened. I wish I burnt the papers, and now he's going to leave before we sort out everything between us.

 I fell on the pillow and curled my legs on the bed.

 JOLIE POV

 I knew that Lola was tense about me; she wanted me to explain things to her, which was why she had hidden my papers. I wanted to explain myself, but I think my ego took the better part of me. I stayed in my office till ten, knowing that she would already be in bed. I walked downstairs, heading to the kitchen, when I heard her muttering something to herself, "If that's the case, then I won't go to bed. I can't stand that loneliness."

 I felt a sharp pang in my heart. I felt like such a jerk for neglecting her. I remembered her grandpa telling me that Lola might seem crazy, but in reality, she was sensitive. I couldn't imagine how she felt when I left her in bed yesterday to check on another woman. I was still thinking when she walked out of the bathroom in a red towel that only reached her bum. Our eyes met, but she instantly looked away. She went back to the theater room, and after a while, I heard the sounds of an action movie. I walked into the room, and there she was, sitting on the rug as she munched on the snacks she had carried from the kitchen.

 I walked towards her and wrapped my hands around her.

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 LOLA POV

 How much I miss him. It's almost a month since I had him inside me. Mmmh!

 Suddenly, I felt Jolie's two hands wrap around me from behind, and I shuddered a little. He trailed one of his hands up and unfolded the tip of my towel. He let it fall, and I felt cold shivers run through my spine.

 What's he doing? I couldn't think as I felt his hand on my right boob, and he gave it a light squeeze. His warm lips met my neck, and I shivered even more. He fondled my boob for a while before letting go.

 He flipped me and carried me up, taking me to the couples' chair. He dropped me on it gently and spread my legs immediately. He took my lips into his and began torturing my mouth hungrily with his tongue. It was a long, intense kiss, and I was wet already. I moaned into his lips, and he unlocked immediately like he just caught himself. He stared into my face, and I could tell... he was still very angry. I looked away and shut my eyes, feeling so bashful. I felt him come into me, and I gasped.

 He placed his head on my shoulder and pinned my hands down, knowing fully well I wasn't comfortable on the chair. He easily entered me, his whole length inside my throbbing clit, and began a rough ride that had me screaming in pleasure.

 He was fast... very fast, like he was being chased after. He left my wrists and raised my legs up, wrapping them around his torso. This position gave him more access, and he drove himself deeper into me. I heard his gr

unts and growls as he went deeper and faster. After a while of blissful torture, he took it slow, and soon we both had our orgasm. He never said a word from the moment he started until the end of the sensual orgasm.