I buy her expensive floral dresses
Expensive lace lingerie
Take her to dinner in savoureux restaurants that she never knew existed in Fiji
Plant small whimsical kisses on her lips
But she turns her head away
"You disgust me," She says harshly the words exploding out of her mouth without much thought
Pain flashes through my eyes before it's replaced with nastiness
She continues with her cruel cold calculated words and I become more distant and less responsive
No love and affection being transferred here
"What's wrong with you?" I ask
"You're what's wrong with me"
"I thought you'd be grateful but you're just a spoilt little brat. Maybe you belong in the slums"
Tears are pricking at her eyes and she stalks off and paddles in the hotel pool
I leave to go to a business meeting
At lunch I sit in my own admiring and lavishing in my own company
Two guys are having an audible conversation nearby and I unconsciously begin listening
Chocolate
Stunning
White pearly smile
Sexy elegant demeanour
Her name started with N, I think
Very petite and good in bed
I've never wanted to shove my fist down so hard in a guy's face before
I've never wanted to murder and violate a woman so bad before
I've never wanted so badly to go back to being alone, loveless and comfortable
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L O L I T A ' S National Anthem (COMPLETED ✔️)
Short StoryLolita - noun ❝ A sexually precocious young girl ❞ National Anthem - noun ❝ A rousing or uplifting song identified with a particular group, body, or cause❞ Because there's nothing more dangerous, thrilling and heart wrenching than being a narcissist...
