Crazy but sweet

SELEN POV....

 I couldn't stop crying as the doctor tried to bound Brian's wounds. I can't believe Jolie beat him to a pulp because of that bitch!What does he see in her? I could have disgraced that good for nothing woman and she would be sent to jail.I failed Brian again. This is so not good. He'll surely deal with me tonight. I'm so scared for my life right now. Why can't he stop this power struggle with someone whom he knows is clearly older? Brian looked up and our eyes met. He glared at me. I gulped. I'm so dead tonight.

 Brian stormed into the house the moment we got home, leaving me behind. I ran after him, trying to calm him down since he was angry and frustrated.

 "Brian, wait!" I rasped, stepping in front of him after successfully overtaking him.

 "You need to calm down, love… please…" I mumbled, more tears escaping from my already weak eyes. I'd been crying ever since we left the party.

 "That asshole humiliated me, and you expect me to calm down?!" he yelled, his voice raw with rage.

 I flinched. I had never seen him this angry.

 "Brian, please… You could have defended yourself! You just proved to them that you're a weakling—"

 A hot slap landed on my right cheek before I could finish.

 I gasped.

 Oh my God! Did he just raise his hand on me?

 My answer came when he gave me a hard shove, sending me crashing to the floor. I was still trying to make sense of what had just happened when he gripped my hair and yanked it, forcing me to look up at him.

 "Brian, please, stop this!" I screamed, my tears now flowing freely.

 "You bitch! You dare call me a weakling?!" he yelled in my face, his grip on my hair tightening.

 "You know very well that the party was for that old hag Daviola’s grandchildren. I only went because he considers me one too!"

 I sobbed like a child, my head pounding from the pain.

 "Brian… please…" I muttered, my cheeks burning, my scalp aching.

 He stared at me, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark with something I didn’t recognize anymore. Then his lips curled into something cold, something sinister.

 "I'm going to kill him, Selen. I'm going to kill that son of a bitch."

 He let go of my hair with a violent shove and stormed upstairs.

 I sat on the floor in my own shame, crying like a baby.

 How could Brian be so inhumane?

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 NEXT MORNING – LOLA POV

 I opened my eyes slowly, feeling sore, tired, and, of course, hungry.

 I didn’t get to make dinner last night because I was busy fixing the mess Jolie made. And, of course, he didn’t ask about food—he had been too busy looking for a much… different kind of meal.

 I sat up slowly, my body protesting every movement. My gaze landed on the bedside table.

 A tray sat there with a cup of something and a plate with bread and fried eggs.

 Huh.

 What’s wrong with Jolie? Did he repent overnight?

 I got off the bed gingerly and walked to the bathroom, still feeling the sting between my legs. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I returned to the wonderful dish my husband had prepared for me.

 I still couldn’t believe it. Jolie is just full of surprises, isn’t he?

 I stirred the tea in the mug and took a sip. The moment the hot liquid touched my tongue, I quickly set the mug down.

 That bastard. He knew it was too hot.

 But it tasted… good.

 I took a bite of the fried egg. Too salty. But I ate it anyway, savoring the rare moment that Jolie actually attempted something thoughtful.

 I had thought the arrogant, rude jerk would never come this far.

 I was mid-sip when the door opened, and he walked in.

 He glanced at me but quickly looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets. He headed straight for the bathroom and went in, slamming the door behind him.

 Typical.

 Sometimes I feel like beating the hell out of Jolie.

 He acted like he wasn’t the one who made breakfast for me. Like he wasn’t the same man who deflowered me last night.

 He didn’t even ask how I was feeling. No teasing smirk, no arrogant remark—nothing.

 What if… he didn’t enjoy me last night?

 What if I didn’t satisfy him?

 What if I disgust him now?

 Tears welled in my eyes as the thoughts spiraled. I should never have given him my body so easily. I should have protected myself until I was completely sure he deserved me.

 The sound of the shower running filled the room.

 Jolie…

 I hate you.

 ---

 JOLIE POV

 I got ready for work, grabbing my tie to knot it around my neck.

 "Let me help you," Lola’s voice came from behind.

 I turned to see her standing at the door, glaring at me.

 She walked into the room, her movements stiff, but she was clearly trying to hide the pain. I smirked.

 She stood before me and grabbed the tie.

 I watched as she finished the knot—then tightened it a little too much.

 I coughed, my throat constricting. "That’s enough. Thanks."

 "Be patient. I'm almost done," she muttered, pulling it even tighter.

 I nearly choked.

 I quickly moved away from her and loosened the tie.

 "Asshole," she muttered, sitting on the bed.

 I rolled my eyes.

 Her phone rang, and I grabbed it before she could.

 Sam.

 Again?

 Didn’t I make myself clear last time when I sent that photo?

 I declined the call and set the phone down.

 She just stared at me.

 I stared back.

 I bit my lower lip. I didn’t want to do this. I really didn’t want to do this. But I took a deep breath and asked—

 "How are you feeling?"

 ---

 LOLA POV

 I looked away, pretending not to care, but warmth spread through me at his words.

 I thought he wouldn’t ask.

 I didn’t know how to respond.

 "I'm recovering… since you tried to kill me last night," I said with a pout.

 He scoffed.

 "I was easy on you because you started crying like a baby. Just two fingers inside you, and you were already screaming like someone drove a dagger up your—"

 "JOLIE!" I gasped.

 He smirked and left the room.

 Jerk.

 How could he say those things with such a straight face?

 I sighed and crossed my legs, an awful thought crossing my mind about that dagger comment.

 Ugh. I shuddered.

 ---

 JOLIE POV

 I got to the office, my personal assistant trailing behind me with my briefcase.

 I wasn’t in the mood for coffee, even though my secretary had placed a fresh cup on my desk.

 I had actually googled it.

 "What to do for a woman after her first time?"

 A stupid search, but still.

 My assistant, Vicky, dropped some files on my desk and turned on the system.

 "Anything else, sir?" she asked.

 I ignored her and pulled out my phone.

 She was still standing there.

 I glanced at her chest—too exposed, as always. I’d told her a dozen times that I don’t do office affairs.

 Then, an idea popped into my mind.

 I imagined someone else sprawled across my desk, her body trembling under my touch—

 "Get out," I ordered.

 She stepped back and left.

 I sighed.

 A second later, my office door burst open, and in walked my friend.

 Luke.

 So early in the morning?

 He shut the door and dropped into the seat in front of my desk, propping his legs up.

 "Hey, Mr. Married. Ignoring me now?"

 "What’s wrong?" I asked, lost.

 "Why the hell weren’t you answering your calls last night?"

 I just looked at him.

 "Bet you were screwing wifey," he muttered.

 "I smashed my phone."

 Luke smirked. "Your anger issues, man… Anyway, today’s my fucking birthday!"

 I gasped.

 "Happy birthday, dickhead!" I said, throwing my pen at him.

 He grinned. "VIP invite to the party. Bring wifey. I wanna spoil her."

 "Hands off, prick

."

 Luke laughed.

 ---

 LOLA POV

 I smirked as Jolie walked in.

 Finally, someone to tease.

 I bumped into him. Our foreheads clashed.

 "Jolie! Do you want to give me a headache?!"

 He leaned close, his breath warm.

 "In your dreams, or when I have you on all fours on this floor," he whispered.

 My jaw dropped.

 That arrogant bastard.