Crazy but sweet

 SELEN’S POV

 Tears spilled down my cheeks as I finally let the pain consume me. My body ached, covered in bruises as if I were some condemned criminal.

 Oh God, where did I go wrong?

 Why did Brian change all of a sudden? Why did he start treating me like dirt? He beat me to a pulp just because I asked him what he did with my money.

 Brian had always been hot-tempered, but never—not once—had he raised a hand to me. And now, he had turned into a monster. All because of Jolie and his bitch of a wife.

 I exhaled shakily and pulled myself to my feet, wincing at the sharp pain in my ribs. I needed to get out of this room, breathe some fresh air, maybe even clear my mind.

 But when I turned the doorknob—nothing.

 I twisted it again. It wouldn’t budge.

 What the hell?

 Panic started creeping into my veins. I looked around for my phone, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. But it was nowhere to be found.

 No. No, no, no.

 I rushed to the window, pressing my forehead against the glass. My breath hitched as I saw Brian step into his car, slam the door shut, and speed off.

 He left me here.

 Locked up like some prisoner.

 But… where was he going?

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 LOLA’S POV

 Jolie and I had breakfast before heading to work, but of course, he had to complain.

 “I’m so late. Thanks to you, Lola,” he groused, starting the car.

 I rolled my eyes. “You were the one who pinned me to the sink and devoured me like a prey, remember?”

 Jolie scoffed. “Me? When did I ever do that?” He feigned innocence, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gave him away.

 I raised my hand threateningly, and he chuckled.

 “Fine, I admit it,” he said, smirking. “But let’s be honest—you seduced me. I just ended up… drilling you.”

 I gasped, smacking his arm. “You’re so unpredictable, Jolie!”

 We arrived at the company, and the moment Jolie parked at the entrance, he tossed the keys to a guard.

 As soon as he opened the car door for me, I felt the weight of a hundred curious gazes.

 “Good morning, sir.”

 “Wow… pretty lady.”

 “Boss’s wife, I guess.”

 “Look at the jewels…”

 I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile. I couldn’t lie—I loved the attention. Meanwhile, Jolie walked ahead, hands in his pockets, completely unfazed.

 When we reached his office, I gasped.

 It was enormous, ridiculously fancy, and smelled like power and authority. I twirled in excitement, taking it all in.

 Jolie took his briefcase from his assistant and sat behind his desk. “Sit on the couch and remain quiet,” he ordered, his eyes already glued to his monitor.

 I nodded and settled in, pulling out my phone to browse the internet.

 A knock at the door interrupted the moment. Jolie pressed a button on his desk, and the door opened automatically.

 Whoa.

 Then she walked in.

 And I knew instantly—I wasn’t going to like her.

 A woman in a white, body-hugging dress that barely covered anything strolled inside, holding a cup of coffee.

 I narrowed my eyes.

 She walked straight to Jolie’s desk, flashing him a blindingly white smile. “Good morning, boss.”

 I stood up immediately.

 Without hesitation, I walked over and sat on Jolie’s lap, locking my arms around his neck. I turned to her and gave her my best sweet but deadly glare.

 She swallowed nervously.

 “Good morning,” Jolie replied, completely unbothered, his eyes still on his screen.

 I scoffed. Seriously?

 “Hold on, lady,” I said, arms crossed. “Can’t you acknowledge my presence? In fact… do you want to lose your job?”

 Her face paled. “No, ma’am, I—”

 “In case you don’t know,” I continued, cutting her off, “Jolie is a married man. And I am his crazy wife. If you think you can attract him with this… thirst-trap excuse of a dress, then you’re delusional.”

 She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

 Jolie sighed. And just when I was about to go for round two, he kissed me—right on the lips.

 I gasped. He bit my lip teasingly before pulling away.

 “Let me go!” I hissed, glaring at him. “You let your secretary walk in here dressed like a desperate whore?”

 Jolie rubbed his temples and turned to her. “I’ve warned you a dozen times to stop dressing like that in my office. I’m not interested. You know what? You’re fired.”

 My jaw dropped.

 The secretary’s face crumpled. “Sir, please! I’m sorry! Ma’am, please forgive me—I promise to behave from now on.”

 Jolie leaned in and whispered, “Lola… handle her.”

 I smirked. Oh, I liked this game.

 I crossed my legs and gave her a once-over. “Fine. You can stay—but only if you go home right now and change into something proper.”

 She sniffled. “T-thank you, ma’am!” Then she practically sprinted out of the office.

 I turned to Jolie and winked.

 He chuckled. “You know what, my bum?”

 “Don’t call me that,” I warned.

 Suddenly, he lifted me and placed me on his desk.

 I squeaked. “Jolie, what are you—”

 Then I realized—my skirt had already ridden up mid-thigh.

 Jolie’s fingers traced the bare skin of my legs. His voice dropped, husky and teasing. “I love this skirt. Always wear these when you visit me.”

 I swallowed hard. “W-why?”

 He leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. “Because it gives me easier access to my treasure.”

 My breath hitched.

 Then—I heard his zipper.

 Before I could react, my thong was in pieces, and Jolie was already deep inside me.

 I gasped, fingers clawing at his shoulders. “Jolie—!”

 “I knew you’d be a distraction,” he growled against my neck.

 I bit my lip, trying not to moan, but then he smirked. “The door’s still open, you know.”

 I stiffened. My walls clenched around him, and he let out a low groan.

 “Mmm… I love it when you do that,” he murmured. “I wish someone would walk in right now.”

 I gasped. “Jolie, you—”

 “Shh. Just let go, wifey.”

 And I did.

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 LATER THAT NIGHT…

 Jolie took me to an upscale restaurant, and we were having a peaceful dinner when I casually asked, “What if we go on a date tomorrow night?”

 “No,” he said. “I’ll be busy.”

 I huffed. Typical.

 Then, as the waiter poured our drinks, Jolie’s voice made her freeze.

 “I hope that’s non-alcoholic. She’s pregnant.”

 I choked. WHAT?!

 The waiter panicked, spilling the drink all over me.

 I stood up, my drenched dress sticking to my skin. “Oh my God!”

 She ga

sped. “I’m so sorry, ma’am!”

 I sighed. “I’ll go clean up.”

 As I entered the restroom, I felt a presence behind me.

 A hand clamped over my mouth.

 Then—sharp pain. A syringe.

 Cold liquid spread through my veins.

 I struggled.

 Then—everything went black.