Crazy but sweet

LOLA’S POV

 I was ready for bed, but there was still no sign of Jolie. I sat on the bed, waiting for him. We hadn't talked in the morning, and I wanted to settle things. Maybe I overreacted about the whole pregnancy thing.

 I walked out of our room and went downstairs. Just as I reached the hallway, I heard Jolie's voice. I hadn’t even noticed his car pull up. He was on a call, and my curiosity got the best of me. Who could be calling him so late at night?

 "...You have to stay there with Luke. Anna, I can't let you and my wife live under the same roof. And besides, we aren’t even sure the baby is mine yet..." He sounded irritated, rubbing his temples.

 Oh. So Anna is bugging him to move in? That witch. She must have lost her damn mind. If she steps foot in this house, I’ll personally make her regret it.

 I smirked and turned back to my room before Jolie could realize I had been eavesdropping. Sitting at my dressing table, I stared at my reflection. My lips curled into a wicked grin.

 Oh, Anna. You have no idea who you're messing with.

 Jolie walked in a moment later. "Lola… aren't you asleep yet?"

 "Not yet." I answered curtly, looking at him through the mirror.

 He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. We stayed like that for a while, his warmth seeping into my skin. I waited for him to bring up Anna, but he didn’t. Instead, he simply lifted me into bed and tucked me in.

 "You should rest," he murmured before walking to the closet to change.

 That’s it? No explanation? No reassurance? Just “rest”?

 He’s only worried about the baby in my stomach—that much I’m sure of. Maybe he spent the whole day with Anna while I was busy tearing myself apart for being too hard on him.

 THE NEXT MORNING

 I sat up, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the blurry vision. Jolie was seated by the window, engrossed in his laptop. Did he even sleep by my side?

 Sighing, I dragged myself to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, staring at my reflection like I had turned into someone else overnight. Slowly, I pulled up my camisole and gazed at my belly—two months pregnant. Would this baby ever get a complete family?

 At least I knew one thing for sure—I would love my child wholly, even if Jolie decided to choose Anna over me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he never really loved me to begin with.

 I let my camisole fall back down and turned toward the door just as a knock sounded. Before I could respond, Jolie walked in.

 I tried to brush past him, but he grabbed my wrist. "Did I do something wrong?"

 I avoided his gaze. "No."

 He scoffed. "Lola, you look very angry, wifey. What's wrong? Is it about Anna?"

 "It's not about Anna. It's about us." I hesitated before asking, "Do you… think our marriage is working?"

 He frowned slightly. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I’m comfortable in this marriage. If you're not, just tell me. I'll fix it."

 I sighed. "I don’t want to sound like I’m nagging. I'm sorry if I made you feel less—"

 Before I could finish, his lips crashed onto mine. His tongue danced with mine, stealing my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck, melting into the kiss.

 When he pulled away, I pouted. "That was mean. I wasn’t done talking."

 He chuckled, still holding onto me. "I have a meeting this morning with some supervisors. Grandfather will be there too. I’ll be back later in the evening, and I want you to be ready when I return. Hm?"

 "We haven’t done it in weeks…" I muttered childishly.

 His laugh was deep and husky. "Like you read my mind, wifey. After work, I’m taking you out for dinner. And when we return…" He winked. "I’ll make you scream my name all night."

 I blushed furiously, making him chuckle as he stepped into the shower.

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 JOLIE’S POV

 I was done for the day, but there was something I needed to take care of. As I drove home, my phone rang. It was the station where Brian was being held.

 I turned the car around and headed straight there.

 When I arrived, they led me to the holding cell. Brian was sitting there, his eyes filled with pure hatred.

 "What the fuck do you want?" he growled.

 "Did you touch her?" My voice was dangerously low.

 His lips curled into a smirk. "You mean your wife? The same woman I screwed countless times while she lay unconscious, dying from the poison I had her injected with?"

 Something snapped in me. My fist connected with his jaw so hard that he staggered back.

 "She was so tight and juicy," he sneered, wiping blood from his lip.

 I saw red. I lunged at him, beating the shit out of him. My knuckles cracked against his face over and over until the guards pulled me away.

 "Control your anger, sir! Please!" one of them pleaded.

 Brian spat blood onto the floor and sneered at me. "She’s just a bitch."

 I roared, lunging at him again. "I’ll fucking kill you, Brian!"

 The guards held me back, but my rage burned hotter.

 I stormed out of the station, fists clenched.

 I was going to kill him. That was a promise.

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 LOLA’S POV

 I twirled in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection. I looked perfect for tonight!

 Jolie had promised to take me out for dinner, but he was running late. I checked the time and sighed. He had said he’d be back early.

 Finally, I heard the front door open. I hurried downstairs, only to find him looking… exhausted. His breath was uneven, and his eyes were dim.

 "Jolie! What took you so long?" I asked, concerned.

 He sighed, running a hand through his hair. His eyes flickered to my dress, scanning me slowly. A tired smile tugged at his lips as he held my hands.

 "You look beautiful, Lola," he murmured. "But I don’t think we can do this tonight. I’m exhausted. I just need to be alone for a while. I hope you understand."

 I blinked, my heart sinking. "You’re… canceling our dinner plans?"

 "I’m really sorry." He pecked my cheek and walked past me, heading upstairs.

 I stood frozen, my excitement draining away. I had been looking forward to tonight.

 I sighed and flopped onto the couch, staring at the clock ticking away. Why does he keep things from me?

 The loud ring of the doorbell snapped me out of my thoughts.

 I dragged myself to the door and opened it.

 "Good evening, ma'am," a man greeted. "I’m Agent Max. I have an important message for Mr. Jolie Daviola."

 I raised a brow. "I’m Lola Daviola, his wife. May I know what this is about?"

 He pulled out some papers. "It’s about a business trip happening in three days. His assistant tried reaching him, but his phone is off. He asked me to deliver this personally. Can you make sure he sees it?"

 A business trip? Jolie never mentioned anything about a trip.

 I took the papers and forced a smile. "Alright, I’ll tell him."

 Agent Max nodded. "Thank you, ma’am. Should I follow up with a call?"

 "No need," I said quickly. "He’ll be at the airport that day."

 I closed the door and hid the documents in a downstairs room.

 Upstairs, Jolie was fast asleep.

 I slipped into bed besid

e him.

 "Lola?" he murmured sleepily.

 "Yes?"

 "Did Brian ever… hurt you? Sexually?"

 I stiffened. "No. He never touched me."

 He pulled me close and kissed me.

 Then, he rolled over and fell asleep.