Always Been You

~Lola’s POV~

I made my way to the bed and hesitantly positioned myself next to it. I know my husband isn’t a better man, but Dante didn’t deserve this. I am so confused right now, and I feel like I am also making the same mistakes he did. But even so, I’m not entirely sure if I love both my husband and Mason, or if I just like the way the two of them make me feel. Am I with Dante because of the kids, or because I actually do love him? Do not misunderstand me; there was a time when I would have done anything to get his attention, but things are not the same as they were before. Dante struck me where it hurts the most, and as a result, he caused me to question both my self-worth and whether I would ever be enough for him, as well as whether our promise was pointless in the first place. I know he apologized, but did I really forgive him, or was my feeling for him pressuring me or the desire to get laid after a long six good years bothering me? Even though I am only human, I have to put aside my lust and think rationally right now. I’m not sure how I feel about Mason; in fact, I’m not even sure why I decided to follow him here in the first place.

My train of thought was broken up when I heard someone clear their throat and say, “Lola, I know I’ve been a dick to you lately, but I really need you to understand that it breaks my heart to see you with him.” He pulled my face to his and kissed me, shoving his tongue down my throat as he kissed me senselessly. “I’m sorry for the way I behaved with you. I bought some hazelnut cream; let’s eat it while we watch a movie. What do you say?”

What exactly did he recommend that we consume while we watch a movie? Shit! I have to stop thinking about the kisses that I keep getting from Dante and Mason because they are both making me feel confused.

Mason went to the refrigerator and then returned with ice cream in his hand. We sat on the floor as we watched a movie on Netflix while eating ice cream. I couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong with the ice cream, but I could tell that something was off about it. Mason did not eat any of the ice creams, and he explained to me that this was his way of apologizing for being such an ass. After finishing the ice cream, I started to feel a little lightheaded, but I didn’t get up from where I was sitting on the floor. After watching the movie for fifteen minutes, I noticed that I was beginning to sweat. When Mason’s hand came to rest on my left thigh, I immediately felt a strong desire for his other hand to touch my right thigh.

Something is wrong. I stared deeply into Mason’s deep blue eyes and his mouth, which was flattened into a thin line and got wet instantly. I began to find him to be the most attractive man on the planet, and I desired him at that very moment. My hand moved along his jawline and across his full lips as I did so. I took my finger off his face and ran to the bathroom, splashing some water on my face. My whole body is on fire, and I have a terribly nauseated feeling. The sudden urge to throw up overwhelmed me just as I was making my way out of the restroom to approach Mason and ask about the flavor of the ice cream. I vomited. It was bad enough that I was sweating excessively and having a strong desire to get laid, but on top of that, I had my head buried in the toilet for the better part of three hours. When I was done, I went back to the floor where I was and found Mason on his phone.

“I wasn’t feeling so good.” He gave me a grin as he looked at me.

“I’m sorry, babe. I will be with you shortly,” he said as he continued with the conversation. For how long has he been on that call for him not to notice I was actually in the bathroom for a good 3 hours?

Mason couldn’t stop looking at his watch, as if he were awaiting the arrival of something or someone. He then ran his finger through his dark blonde hair. After he finished talking on the phone, I looked over at him and noticed that his pants were suddenly too tight. He came to sit where I was.

“Sorry, that was the hospital; they will need me in 3 days.”

“Okay.” I am a bit disappointed. Even though I had been sick for three hours, he was still on call without even noticing it. The sensation of his hand moving over my thigh sent shivers down my spine. I was drenched as Mason pressed his lips against mine while his hands worked their way into my bare sex. He had me completely submerged. I should have let him have his way with me. I mean, I really need to get laid, but I just can’t seem to do it for some reason; something just doesn’t feel right. But I still can’t push him away. I let him insert his finger inside my pussy and a gasp escaped my lips, but Mason swallowed it. He started to pump in and out with his hand, and I was a moaning mess. But this is wrong, no matter how much I enjoy it. Mason used his other free hand and started to search for my nipple, but I jumped and stood up.

“I am truly sorry, Mason. I can’t do this. I am still a married woman.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Lola? I thought we both wanted this.” He yelled, “And besides, wasn’t he eating your pussy two days ago?” My eyes went wide.

“What? What did you say?” Something is not right. “How do you know what happened two days back?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “It was just a guess, Lola, so you did get muffed, huh? And I have to wait for the stupid divorce?”

“I don’t remember being in a relationship with you, Mason, and I don’t remember ever telling you that you needed to wait. I am so sorry. Coming here was a mistake.” I said as I went into one of the walk-in closets to take my handbag and the clothes I was wearing, but as I was about to walk out. I was overcome by dizziness, and my legs were unable to support my weight. I toppled to the ground, and darkness engulfed me.

Help… was the last thing I whispered.

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