JOLIE POV
I got up and walked to the bathroom. I opened the shower and suddenly springs of frozen water showered on me. "Lola!" I growled.
LOLA POV
I went back into the room confused with what Jolie's mom said.
Does Jolie know that my grandpa needs a child?
Because it appears he knows about his parents' intentions.
I entered the room.
Jolie was already dressed up in a blue suit.
He didn't look angry like a person who was washed with frozen water a few minutes ago. Weird.
Didn't I set the tap well?
"Go get ready, we're going somewhere, Mom's orders," he said, and I went numb.
"Mom's orders?" I repeated in my mind.
I didn't say a word but just left for the bathroom. I opened the shower. What! A spring of cold water poured on me. I turned angrily at Jolie. "You jerk!" I rasped. He smirked. As he walked towards me, I tensed upon his eyes; he was like he was undressing me.
"Holy shit." I shrieked loudly. I was completely naked in front of Jolie.
He started laughing at my embarrassed self. I was about to slap him when he caught my hand and pinned me at the door frame. His thick leg in between my thighs.
"Unless you want me so..." I quickly shut him up with my free hand on his mouth. "The water is cold."
"You started it. Now go get ready and meet me in the car in ten minutes," he said and left the room. I hissed. He's such a sucker.
We arrived at the so-called place — a restaurant. We got down and went inside walking like total strangers. I followed Jolie to a table. He sat on his chair while I sat opposite him.
"Why did Mom ask us to come here?" I asked, perplexed.
"She wants us to go on a fucking date. Don't ask me why," he replied coldly. A waiter walked to us, and we placed our orders.
"You should have told me we were going on a date. I would have worn something much more appropriate and better than this," I pointed out, staring at the baggy jean overall and red shirt I was wearing. I freaking looked like a delivery guy.
"Like you have anything good enough on your body to look at. Your boobs are nothing compared to normal wives. Let me not speak of your ass," he scoffed. He just body-shamed me, just like his bitches used to back in high school. Jolie will never change. Why did I agree to marry him in the first place? I hate him.
"You're such a sucker!" I said angrily and touched the back of his palm, which was on the table. I gripped one of his fingers and squeezed it.
"Ouch! Leave me alone, you crazy woman!" he rasped. I let go of his finger, which I was sure I had twisted the bone in.
"I hate you, Jolie Daviola," I said bluntly.
"I love you more, Lola Fayas," he replied, staring at his hurting finger. There's no way I'm making a baby with this guy. I will never let him touch me. The waiter brought our food and set it before us. I didn't touch the fork just yet. I watched Jolie with scorn as he enjoyed his spicy steak. I'll deal with him for sure. I got up with my purse. "I need to use the restroom, Jolie," I said. He smirked.
"I fucking don't care," he said emotionlessly. I left and asked a waiter I met for the back exit. He gave me directions, and I took the path. I was now standing outside the restaurant. The insults I got from Jolie today were driving me nuts. He's going to regret marrying me. That's a promise. I turned to leave but bumped into someone. I gasped on seeing his face. "Sam!"
He looked surprised to see me too. We hugged briefly. Man, I missed him! "Lola! Oh my God! You look lovely," he said using his British accent.
I smiled. "You look good too." Then I remembered Jolie. He might pop out of nowhere anytime. "I'm sorry, but I have somewhere to go," I said.
He nodded. "No problem. It's been so long. Let's hang out sometime," he offered.
I nodded and gave him one of my best smiles before running off. Sam! What's he doing here? He used to be my studying pal at school. He always had my back when Jolie's stupid bitches attacked.
I never thought I'd see him in person again. We only communicated on phone after they moved away.
"Wow!" The world is such a small place.
BRIAN POV
I jerked up from my bed in fright. I just had the craziest dream. Lola had a baby with Jolie. A baby girl. Gosh! I can't let that happen! I have to do something about that marriage of theirs.
JOLIE
Where's that annoying wife of mine? Lola had left for the restroom a long time ago but hasn't returned. "Where is she?" I asked no one in particular. I can't wait for her any longer. I grabbed my phone and left the restaurant. Some minutes later, I arrived home and headed straight to my room. What a fucking bitch. She was on the bed sleeping. So Lola left without me, huh? She's damn selfish, and I was worried sick about her. I waited for hours not knowing she's here sleeping! I went close to the bed. She looked so innocent, like she wasn't a small virgin scary bitch. My mind drifted to what her grandfather told me. "She must have a child before she's given everything."
Even my old grumpy grandpa had told me the same thing. If it was another lady, I would have screwed her by now, but this is Lola.
The same girl I once touched her breasts only to realize they were her hidden virgin treasures. And she's so stubborn. Will a good wife break her husband's index finger? I stared at the finger that had been hurting since. She rolled over, and her chest area was in view. I lied. She's fucking curvy.
The two bouncy boobs were staring at me. I controlled myself and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
LOLA POV
I suddenly heard the shower running, and I woke up. That rude jerk is back. I heard his phone ringing, and I glanced at it.
"Anna."
Who is this Anna girl? I contemplated asking him who she was, but I remembered how I didn't tell him who Sam was yesterday. Is she his bitch? I took the phone and picked the call.
"Jolie! Why do you keep on ending and ignoring my calls?" A girl's mellow voice yelled. I remained quiet.
"Jolie... Aren't you there? What's going on? Should we meet up?"
I disconnected the call, extremely confused. She was talking like she owned Jolie for years. What's this wicked husband of mine up to? My phone rang, and I picked it up. Ohh, Sam. We talked for a while, and I hung up. We're moving to our matrimonial home tomorrow. Just Jolie and I in our house. Enough privacy for me to torment his soul.
Midnight
I had barely gone to sleep when I felt a soft kick on my bum. Jolie!
"Stop touching me, you pervert! I thought I am shapeless and have nothing good to look at," I sneered. I heard him scoff. "In your dreams, Lola," I heard him say. I rolled my eyes amidst the darkness. "Admit it, Jolie. You're dying to touch me, but your ego is way over the peak," I blurted.
"You're pushing me to admit crap because you're craving for me so badly," he said.
"Don't hit me again!"
"Relax, it was a horrible deadly mistake," he mumbled. I turned to face him. I could still see his face. "You don't know the value of what you have until you lose it, Jolie. I'm going to divorce you, and trust me, you'll come begging," I said.
"Not in this life, or the next," he replied. Then an idea came to my mind. Let's see if this asshole cares about me.
JOLIE POV
Next day.
We got to our new house. It was big and conducive. I was at the living room watching TV after dinner. Lola had gone out, probably for a walk or doing whatever crazy things she does.
Suddenly my phone rang, and it was a video call from Lola. A man appeared on the screen wearing a face mask. Seriously? I was on the couch not moving an inch. Huh. I was like, what's going on? I was then shown Lola who was curling on the ground; she appeared to be terrified. Two of the guys rushed to her and punched her on her tummy. She groaned as she cried in fear or maybe pain. One of them came to Lola and flipped her over facing him. She was lying on the floor, and the huge masked man was in between her legs. Then he turned to me.
"Give us all your damn money or we'll rape your wife!" he yelled fiercely. I was shaken at first, but then something happened that made me scoff. Do these idiots think I'm just an ordinary guy? I have guards everywhere. Lola seemed to be inside the vicinity of the estate. Don't they know I'm Jolie Daviola? Something's fishy.
"On the count of three," he rasped and raised Lola's skirt. I just stared at him like it was a kid's movie.
"One!" he yelled and reached for her pant. I smirked. I sipped on my lime water, enjoying what was going on.
"Two!" he yelled and dragged the pantie.
"Jolie!" Lola yelled.
"Rape her," I said before the man could say three.
"Huh!" They all rasped, their eyes almost popping out.