Chapter 62

• ~Dante’s POV~
• Bloody Suzuki Industries! Mr. Suzuki’s demands are too high. The man fucking wants me to fly to Japan. Not only for the sake of the alliance but also because the man wishes for my wife and me to be guests at the wedding of his daughter. Thank God I could convince Lola to accompany me, which, of course, would be hell on earth. I have to fucking give a speech about marriage. Hell, I know nothing about marriage. My marriage is, well, I’m not sure if I have one. My marriage of five years hasn’t even gotten off the ground yet. I fucking know nothing about being married. Which is, of course, wonderful considering that my wife and I tried to run away from our feelings. I married the love of my life five years ago, yet the fucking marriage hasn’t started. Lola and I are back to square one if not zero. We are just at the beginning of our marriage. Hell, I haven’t enjoyed anything about this marriage. It’s as though ours was a fucking arranged marriage. The only thing that will always make me cherish her is my kids and my love, which I once took for granted.
• Lola and I attended the damn wedding. At this very moment, I want nothing more than to finally put pen to paper and sign the damn contract. The man hasn’t mentioned anything about the contract to me. Now I’m here at this bar, chugging shot after shot, trying to quell the desire to demand sex from my wife because if I do, I’ll fucking reach a dead end, the end of the road. Now I’m trying to quell the desire to demand sex from my wife because if I do, I’ll fucking reach a dead end. The end, which is the last thing I need right now is to screw up my chances of getting together with her. On the dance floor, there was lively dancing going on. The bride and groom were not there. They appeared to be in a good mood, which was in stark contrast to the wedding that I had with Lola. When I married Lola, I was afraid of many things, one of which was my feelings for her, which I had spent a lot of time and effort trying to bury over the years. I was afraid that I would hurt her. I was terrified of myself; I didn’t have the confidence to rely on myself around her. My body has craved her since she was 16, but I told myself I would wait until she was 18. At the age of eighteen, her curves began to torment the living shit out of me, and her voice was like music in my ears. The way she licked her ice cream made me have drops of pre-cum. Hell, Lola has been a source of temptation for me ever since we first met. After a while, I stopped going to sleep at her house, but every morning I would wake up with her wrapped around my arms and her head resting on my chest. It was torture, pure torture to my horny self. I eventually stopped going to sleep there. There was no point in avoiding her because I would always end up waking up next to her, regardless of whether I was in my room or hers if I did so. The truth is that our love for one another was the root of our problems; it drove a wedge between us. Right now, she’s full of anger and wants nothing to do with me or my horny self.