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 ♦ perfect illusion ♦ [m?], TAG ; CIAN DONOGHUE
you're the queen of everything
Nobody really liked Monday mornings unless they had something that was worth the wait in their work place. Monday mornings were lola's new favorite time of the week. While most people were stumbling into their cubicles drained and still trying to recover from the weekend – she hopped gracefully – giddy and vivacious as if she knew some secret that no one else did. This morning however, she was rather ticked off. Lola hated it when things didn’t go her way, and while almost every morning her boss (and lover) picked her up from the dorms on their way to the office – today he didn’t show up. He didn’t answer either. Her first text was rather laid back and sweet. but the minutes passed by and she began to huff impatiently in front of the angelic-looking reflection in the mirror.

By the time she stepped into the office, her heels slamming the marble floor with all the force of her annoyance, he had one voice mail message from her and seven angry texts. Giving the accountant from the next office a sweet smile, she turned immediately and threw her bag on top of a pile of papers that was still waiting since last Thursday. The cubicles around them were mostly empty – the big boss and his personal assistant were always the first one to arrive in the morning and the last one to leave at night. Pouting, lola marched straight through that door, slammed it shut a little too forcefully and locked behind her. she did not even bother to look at him – she knew he was there – as she headed towards the coffee table to make herself a cup of coffee.

"So, how was your weekend?" she asked flatly, her back still turned on him as she fumbled with her small mug and a teaspoon. She knew exactly how his weekend was. they texted and even had a multi-orgasmic cybersex on Friday night after he blew off his wife with some bullshit excuse. But lola was still pissed. "did you get my messages?" she fired immediately, not even waiting for a response. "All seven of them?" her voice challenged again as her brows shut up. Why was she so worked up over this? Because he was supposed to be there. He was always there. They were having such a good time together, but with every day that passed by she could feel herself wanting more of him.

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Cian Donoghue
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words: 461; tag: Lola Romanov
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Cian sat at his desk, eyes closed as he leaned fully back into his chair, fingers curled into fists, shaking as he laid them upon the wood. His aura was quite fierce, spouts of angers flinging around the room. His morning had been certainly unpleasant, and the lingering feelings that stayed within him even as he’d arrived at work were only making it worse. He was trying not to think about it, trying being the key word there, yet his anger was still getting the best of him. And yet, the amazing thing was, he had no right to be angry.

His morning was eventful to say the least. After waking up to an empty bed, Cian found his wife in the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of them. He would need to skip again, he always did. His wife had begun accusing him, accusing him of things he’d done, things he’d been doing for several months now and he’d tried his best to deter her suspicion, he couldn’t have her finding out about him and Lola, he just couldn’t. This led to a screaming match between the two, and a pan or two had gone flying into the air, the first smacking Cian in the forehead, cutting him right about his eyebrow, the second he managed to dodge.

He’d stormed out after that, his wife had never thrown anything at him before. It worried him, was she getting closer to finding out his secret, but he and Lola had been so careful.

Okay, maybe not that careful, but careful enough. He’d sped to work in a rage, bleeding slightly from his cut and completely forgetting to pick Lola up from the dorms, neglecting his phone as well as he couldn’t think straight. And now here he was, stewing in his own anger when suddenly the door to his office swung open, revealing a clearly pissed off Lola. Cian opened his eyes when she slammed the door shut, locking it behind as she made her way to the table, beginning to prepare herself some coffee, and all at once he realized what he’d done wrong.

He was up on his feet in a second, moving to stand behind her with his hands on her hips. “Fuck. Lol, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot, my wife and I got in a fight. She threw some pans at me and I stormed out. I didn’t even look at my phone.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, moving her hand out of the way to do so, while his fingers dance across her stomach. “Forgive me. She just pissed me off so much, I couldn’t even think straight.”

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Lola was not the easiest person to get along with. She was stubborn and fierce and when she was angry it was hard to shake off her state of mind. But she was also extremely hard working, and was willing to give this job and cian everything she had - unless he was going to be an ungrateful prick. Leaving was not exactly an option. Finding a paying internship was already a small miracle, and besides the drama of their affair - Lola actually loved her job. Problem was, she loved Cian as well. Knowing the situation back at home was complicated for him, Lola did not intend to “cut him some slack” in any way. On the contrary. She was a predator, a beautiful, deceiving one - and what did all predators do when they spotted the weakness in their prey? They tightened their grip around them.

For a moment there, as she felt his touch on her body, it wasn't so evident who was preying on who. But Lola had a clear vision, she intended to make Cian leave his obnoxious wife by the end of the year. This man was inspiring, crazy smart and sexy. He was going to be hers and hers only, and she was getting sick of sharing him with someone who didn't even know he didn't love them anymore. A soft moan escaped her lips as soon as his made contact with the sensitive skin of her ivory neck. It was exactly why she wore these kind of elegant tops with the bare back and shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, she used her right hand to peel his off of her stomach gently but confidently. He was going to have to do a little more than ”fuck, I'm sorry.” turning to face him, she took a quick glance at the redness around his eyebrow. It shocked her but Lola kept a straight face nonetheless. Who the fuck did that bitch think she was, to mutilate his beautiful face like that? But he was fine. He was standing on his feet, so he was fine. Taking a sip, Lola went past him, her expression seemingly impassive. She was still bitter and angry and it was going to take a lot more for her to just forget his little fuck up this morning. But still, she decided she was going to have a little fun.

”I had to call up Owen the accountant, you know Owen right? He's a sweetheart. He was…more than happy to oblige.” she revealed, throwing the match in as she sat on the table, allowing her skirt to rise even higher up her toned thighs.

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Cian Donoghue
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22 years old
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words: 434; tag: Lola Romanov
this is getting interesting...
Fights between Cian and Lola weren’t particularly all that frequent, having been that their certainly unpractical love story had been everything blissfully sweet, with late nights, sleepless nights where Cian would find himself thinking of his assistant rather than his wife that slept soundly by his side. It was no doubt that he’d fallen under her spell, addicted to the way she moved and the way she tasted, like a small child on a sugar high.

Cian knew, he knew all too well, that Lola disliked his wife with a great amount of passion, and he knew that it pissed off his secret beauty that he was still with her, still sleeping beside her, kissing her forehead in the morning like the good little husband that he was. His relationship with her was complicated, too complicated to even put into solid words. He was hesitant to say the least, hesitant to leave herm hesitant to break her heart, tell her that he’d been seeing someone else for the past seven months.

The fact of the matter was that Cian had no idea how she’d react, and their fight they’d shared this morning was almost like a glimpse, a simple taste on the tongue of what was to come in the near future it seemed. Although, it seemed as if all of that didn’t matter in this moment, as Cian was aware, clearly aware, that Lola was more than pissed off at him, she was furious. He was just about ready to get on his knees and beg her to forgive him and then she opened her mouth, and suddenly he found himself feeling angry over something entirely different.

He brought his eyebrows together, eyes slipping into something hard and cold, an opposite of what they’d just been. He’d been worried, worried that he wouldn’t be able to deter Lola’s anger, but instead now it was as if he were a different person. Jealousy. His was perhaps his weakest quality of them all, and one he would’ve never liked to have acquired. He followed her movements to the table with his eyes, resisted the urge to growl like a caveman in the process.

He took long strides and stood in front of her, trapping her with his arms on either side of her waist, hand palm down on the table. “Owen, huh?” He nodded, letting a simple smirk bestow upon his lips. “Well, maybe Owen should pick you up everyday, then? Since he’s just so happy to oblige.”

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ugh. lola was so infuriated at that moment that she was half tempted to bitchslap that goddamn smirk off of his face. Smug bastard. Moments like these were the farthest thing from who they truly were – together and apart. Lola was in fact a raging bitch, but she had a far better control on her emotions, usually. And cian rarely came off as a condescending ass. maybe they just brought it out of each other. he had his entire life figured out for him before she came along. She put him in a position that was entirely uncomfortable – aside for when she was naked and pressed against him in all the right places. That job interview changed everything – suddenly she had a challenging job, a sense of purpose and a caring boss that just happened to be painfully gorgeous.

From the moment lola laid eyes on the delicious mr. donoghue, she wondered what he would look like naked. Now that she knew, she simply couldn’t get enough of him. the thought of his wife being a constant in his life, being the person he put a ring on years ago, was a slow burning flame that began to spread – threatening to burn down everything. Every positive thought she ever had on her mind. After drawing back from him, the need to touch him began to flap and bubble at her fingertips. What he did to her was completely unfair. She was jealous, insecure, angry. She should have never cared for him this much. Love was danger for some people – and lola was exactly the type that shouldn’t fall in love. She was an absolute lover – let you put it wherever you want it, drive off a cliff with you kind of person.

His next comment, however, was the last straw. "Maybe he should!" she fired back immediately, her eyebrows rising with an unspoken challenge. The moment was intense enough to cut with a knife. Behind her emerald green eyes seconds thoughts started to form, the doubt eating away at her like never before. maybe all of this has been a mistake. maybe karma was back to bite her in the ass for fucking a married man. She didn’t think she would fall for him, no. she thought they would screw around until she got this daddy fantasy out of her system and moved on to the next one. but now, as he placed both hands on the table, trapping her almost – there was no escaping the situation, and there was no escaping the consequences. Maybe she was just a phase for him. maybe five years from now she'd be nothing but a bitter sweet memory of sexual diversity as he sank deeper into his disgustingly boring marriage – having two point five kids with the Mrs. And giving her exactly what lola wanted from him all along.

"let me go." she said weakly, her hand now resting on his wrist, her eyes staring at the collar of his shirt. His smell and immediate proximity made it impossible to look him in the eye because she knew that if she looked at him now she was going to melt into a willing puddle.

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Cian Donoghue
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22 years old
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words: 582; tag: Lola Romanov
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It is uncertain to Cian when he fell out of love for his wife, their relationship had started out so amazingly sweet, hugs and kisses, a blissful period in the time that they’d been together. Throughout their college years, they’d been destined for the honeymoon phase, but as they were set free into the real world, their seemingly perfect relationship began to melt away before their very eyes. They were married a year after they both had graduated from uni, having met there and fallen in love in an instant.

Their first year of marriage seemed to mirror their entire relationship during uni. The honeymoon phase had been locked into place, and they had wanted to keep it like that for the many years to come, but the fact of the matter was, Cian found himself almost not wanting to spend time with his wife ever. He found her to be impossibly clingy, always wanting to be by his side, always wanting to touch him in some way. It made him uncomfortable, and it was around that time, that he realized he’d never really been in love with her in the first place.

And then, a beautiful, striking young woman walked into his office for an interview one day. From the start, he knew she was almost everything he wanted, yet he’d tried to keep his feelings in check. Though he may not love his wife romantically, the friendship that they had once shared, still shared, was evident within his heart, and he didn’t have the balls to ignore it. But, the days became harder, and Lola’s advances became more impossible to resist. It was no doubt that they shared undeniable chemistry, and it was no doubt that Cian had faller harder for her than he ever would with anyone else.

With every relationship, the two had their ups and downs, their fair share of arguments even if they didn’t happen frequently. To put it into words, Cian was almost scared, almost afraid that Lola would leave him behind one day, dump him with only a distant reminder of what might’ve been. He wants nothing more than to be with her, be able to kiss her passionately in public, show everyone that she was his, and he was hers. But, his home life was complicated, more complicated than he’d like it to be. And to be perfectly honest, he was a coward, he didn’t want to break his wife’s heart and risk the chance of them still having a friendship after all of this was over, after he would finally divorce her.

That was easier said than done. Cian knew what Lola wanted, he shared in her fantasies, but he needed more time. A lot more time.

With a certain desire swimming in his eyes, Cian almost flew into a rage at Lola’s comeback, curling one of his hand on the table into a fist and simply glaring behind her beautiful blonde head. Though at her next words, instead of throwing a chair at the wall (which he really, really wanted to do), Cian brought his hand up to caress his lover’s cheek, pushing her hair messily behind her ear and leaning in closer, lips brushing against her skin for the second time today.

“I don’t want to.” He growled huskily, before moving backwards and bringing her forward, connecting and molding their lips together in a passionate, electrifying kiss.

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you're the queen of everything
None of it was ideal. Not the sneaking around, not the secret sexting, and definitely not the feeling that they were going to hell for this. Lola knew very well that if his wife ever found out - she was going to judge them, mercilessly. But who was she to determine what was morally right and what was not? Throwing a pan at someone didn't speak of high morals any more that cheating did. Crazy raging bitch. Maybe Cian had a taste for them, Lola thought to herself for a moment, shrugging at the thought. His wife didn't deserve him. She didn't even know who he truly was. She couldn't satisfy his needs properly, and they didn't even have any kids to tie them to each other - all the more reason for him to pack up his shit and leave her.

Only that he wasn't going to. Time and time Lola indulged the fantasy, rolling it back and forward in her mind like a porn addict with his favorite video. The day in which he'd finally be hers. Hers and hers alone. They could hold hands in public and kiss in the middle of the street without fearing anyone or anything. Without having to hide like criminals. But she was a realist, thinking this was the classical fling story - he was going to enjoy whatever she had to offer, because what man did not want to enjoy the best of both worlds? A life-long female companion back at home, waiting for him to come home - hot meal on the dinner table, and a young sexy goddess to worship at her altar when no one else was looking. The arrangement suited him fine, except for the occasional flying pan.

She asked him to let her go, but his body did not show any signs of retreat. His verbal response was classical Cian - few words, actions that spoke louder than anything actually - causing her to press herself harder against the table at first. His voice was a claiming, primal growl as he grew even closer, slowly killing the small space between them. Her eyes dared to look into his, and just like that, she was gone. There was no air, no sound, no thoughts, nothing. He pulled her into him and Lola's knees turned into soft marshmallows. His hands on her were so familiar, she remembered everything he could do with them, and a jolt of excitement coursed through her like lightening.

Cian’s lips claimed her own almost begrudgingly. She knew the remark about Owen set him off. But he needed to realize their affair was not something he had to do, like it was a fucking house chore. It wasn't even as suffocating or obliging as his tedious marriage. They were each other's safe haven. As soon as it stopped being fun for them, there was no point in dragging it on any longer. But right now she knew he felt it too. She knew she affected him as much as he affected her - the quickening pulse, that delicious pull in their lower stomach, the pressure almost building between their legs...they shared this.

”I hate you.” she grumbled with a moan as she pulled away for a second before licking his lower lip and pulling away to lean back against the table. She had no idea where they were going from here. She had no sea whether to fetch his daily schedule or tear off his clothes.

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22 years old
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words: 499; tag: Lola Romanov
kinda short...
Wrong. There were different ways to define the simple word, but the most common? Not correct or true; unjust, dishonest, or immoral. There were a lot of ways in which Cian’s and Lola’s relationship was the very definition of wrong, unjust in their ways, Cian’s dishonesty, not correct or morally stable in society. Cian knew it, he was positive Lola did too. But, the question wasn't asking whether their relationship was wrong in societies eyes; it was asking, is it wrong in their eyes.

Cian knew that what he was doing was wrong, and that he should’ve stopped himself from falling too deep, he should’ve stopped himself from giving in to his desires. He could’ve had a perfectly stable life, eventually had kids with his wife, even though it’d never been something he wanted. Perhaps it would’ve been better for him to settle. Lola would’ve just been another pretty face in the city, and they would’ve carried on with their lives as they had before. Yet, did Cian want that?

Not necessarily. He knew it was wrong, he was perfectly aware of the definition, yet he still wasn’t able to deter his feelings. Lola had swooped in unexpected, stolen his way of thinking and made him feel things he had never felt before. She was better in so many ways, too many that Cian couldn’t count them even if he tried. He was far too deep in her spell, too far to even think of pulling himself out of the depths. He never found himself regretting his relationship with her, he never regretted every single moment he’d spent with her thus far, and he found that he would never regret it.

Regardless of how society labeled men such as him, he knew what he wanted. Their relationship felt right. He wanted her, he wanted her so bad. He wished he could grow a pair and finally leave his wife for good, but he always knew that’d he’d go back to being his cowardly self at the end of the day. He talked big, says he’s going to do things when he knows that he won’t. He makes empty promises and breaks them all the same. In some ways, he can find himself to be pitiful.

Clearing his thoughts, a small smile then slipped onto Cian’s lips when she moaned back at him bitterly, yet nevertheless he only leaned in for another kiss, only pulling away to utter some soft words that were filled with his undeniable lust and desire in that moment. “Do you?” He bit his lip. “If you hate me so much, do you want me to stop?” He whispered into her ear, shifting his position so that they were pressed more closely together. He proceeded to plant small, butterfly kisses along her bare, exposed neck. “I’ll stop if you want me too, darling.”

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What were they doing? Letting themselves get carried away like that? Controlled by their bodies and urges like two animals in heat? They should have known better. Lola knew they should have. Especially Cian. He was a family man. Married. Big boss. But every time she tried to judge him or blame him for the shit situation they were in – she remembered he was probably as miserable as her – if not more. Stuck in a long marriage that, in time, lost its edge. Turning into something softer, duller. Despite her young age, lola understood what it was like. Losing interest in something or someone was sad, especially if you started doing things because they became a habit and not because you wanted to do them…well, sooner or later you were done.

Marriage was not as easy as dropping the habit of playing cards or watching the same old show every Tuesday at ten. You couldn’t just stop. a divorce was messy – tons of paper work, meetings, lawyers, "he said-she said". The more lola though about it, the more dizzy and discouraged she became. She didn’t want cian to have to go through all of it – but she did want him to go through with it for her. the selfish part in her wanted him all to herself. But it wasn’t entirely selfish, the scar on his face was a red, bloody, true testimony that this woman was not good for him.

It was time for her heart to harden up like a rock. But with his lips so close to her she couldn’t think straight. "You don’t fight fair." she mumbled as her eyelids slowly fluttered shut, her body slowly relaxing as she accepted his proximity, bathing in it almost, it was like fighting gravity. You'd be insane to try and fight gravity. She threw her head back a little, her golden curls cascading over her shoulders, as she gave him more access. She wanted him all over her. everywhere. all the time. she knew this was not ideal. Why couldn’t she find herself a nice college by to date? Someone to skip courses with? but it wasn’t just her. her sisters were exactly the same. Always choosing the wrong guy. Older. Dangerous. Untouchable. But right now, right now he felt very touchable.

"so unfair." she retorted through gritted teeth when he teased her about stopping. He better not. devil. He knew exactly what he was doing. Cian stepped closer now, pressing her up against the table. Her body heat began to rise, and although she was wearing so little she still felt so very overdressed. Her hands wandered down his chests, fingers touching his buttons but ignoring them otherwise. They stopped right on his belt, eagerly undoing it as her hungry eyes met his. "I wanna know what happened on Sunday. Did you fuck her?" she asked, her voice sweet and low. It was torture really, like pulling on a bandage inch by fucking inch. But a painful truth was better than a sweet, oblivious lie. Last time they talked over the phone it was Friday night, his wife was being a foul bitch. But did they make up the next day only to have another fight on Monday morning? Or was it an entire weekend of constant fighting and avoiding each other?

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Cian Donoghue
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22 years old
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words: 450; tag: Lola Romanov
kinda short...
Was he miserable in his marriage? It was hard to say. The light in his wife’s eyes had since dulled since the beginning of their relationship, when she had been young, youthful, naive at best. And Cian, he tried, he truly did, but there was something about the fact that his wife was controlling, wanting to pin prick every single part of his life that made him almost a rebellious schoolboy.

He was going against the greater good, acting out because he knew the spark between him and his wife had long since been whisked away. He wanted more, he needed more. He needed more than petty fights over who gets the remote, or why he’d been out late. He needed more than having pots and pans thrown at him from every angle. He needed someone better.

Had he intended to fall hopelessly in love with Lola? Of course not. It was supposed to be his fun, side thing. Play with her for a little while and then leave her to herself, while he tried his hardest to get on with his life and and life unhappily. But, she simply had him wrapped around her fingers, tight at that, he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, though it wasn’t like that’s what he wanted.

Spending time with Lola brought the spark back within his own self. He was more energetic, more wanting to live his life, instead of seemingly walking around like a zombie, living day to day. Now, it felt as if he were living for her. To be able to touch her body and feel her breath on his skin. He was living to be with her, he could only hope it would be sooner rather than later, but he never could deny his home situation.

“Since when have we ever been fair, Lola?” He said, a bit of amusement painting his words whole as he continued to press kisses against her neck and jaw, occasionally baring his teeth and giving her a bit of a nip, like a teething child or a nursing kitten. He smiled to himself as Lola’s fingers danced along his chest, settling onto his belt. A soft chuckle escaped his lips at her question, he found it quite amusing and almost kindled with a childish jealousy.

“She doesn’t let me touch her anymore, let alone fuck her. Our sex life is about as dry and barren as the Sahara Desert.” He muttered sharply against her skin, moving to bite harder until one of his infamous love bites was apparent. “Besides, you’re the only one who I’ll allow myself to fuck, don’t you know that?”

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"life is what happens when you're busy making plans." wiser people said, but lola never agreed. Always smarter and sharper than anyone around her. always in control. Ever since she was a little girl, she thought she knew better than everyone what was good for her. she thought she was in control. She was the kind of person who realized very young who they were and what they wanted to achieve in life, and as soon as lola learned of the power she had over men – she was eager and unashamed of using it. it seemed like such a long time has passed since she first started working at the company. It started out fairly innocent – cian often asked her to come sit with him in his office – and he was always charming and polite.

Maybe it was the thrill of being the hunter or the hunted. Maybe it was just the exciting thought that this was forbidden because mr. donoghue was married…but despite the constant memo in the form of a metal band around his finger – the closer they grew – the more faded the virtual image of his wife turned in her mind. She was nobody, a faceless shadow. But he, he was very real. The way his muscles tensed under the fine fabric of his suits. The way he gave her a crooked smile whenever she had something snarky and sassy to say about a client. The way he looked at her like "this is so wrong but also so right". Every little thing was like a punch in her stomach. Lust was building fast.

At one point it became unbearable. So she decided to initiate. It was once or twice, at first they were settled hints but then her hands got greedy too. He rejected her – she thought – with a cold calculated mind. Until he couldn’t anymore. Until he finally gave in, showing her that he was every bit as desperate as she was. and they have been going at it like crazy ever since. She didn’t think they could ever stop. She didn’t think they ever should. Something as good and as real and as raw should never be forbidden. And the worst part of it all was that he didn’t even love his wife anymore. Sure, he loved her the way you loved your third grade bestie. But he didn’t love her. she didn’t make his heart skip a beat when he saw her in a cocktail dress and he definitely didn’t get hard for her anymore.

"Ahhhhhhhh…uch." she murmured softly as his teeth sank into her delicate skin slightly deeper and harder than before. He could mark her as much as she wanted, but she couldn’t mark him. the thought left her pretty bitter and begrudging – but it was what it was. "That’s unfortunate." she said flatly when cian spoke of their dying if not dead sex life. But her mind was far off. She did not feel the least bit sorry for the couple. They needed to get a divorce, they didn’t belong together and they were simply tagging each other alone because they were afraid of facing their true feelings.

"Good. I don’t want you to." she said with a small smirk as she stood on her toes to kiss him, her hand finding his and slowly guiding it further up under the fabric of her skirt.

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22 years old
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words: 453; tag: Lola Romanov
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Cian could remember that first day, when Lola had first come in for an interview. Perhaps he knew from the start that he was done for, she’d been so captivating, to say the very least. Her golden - soft, it seemed - curls had fallen in waves down her back, bouncing with each of her steps. Her eyes, beautiful in a sense of frozen icicles, not blue yet not quite green. He found himself getting lost in them more times than he could count.

When he hired her, he could admit now that it had slightly been in vain, because he enjoyed seeing her pretty face every morning, not to mention the fact that she was a diligent worker as well, and did as he asked. She was simply perfect for job, and simply perfect for him as well. He’d thought he could control his emotions and hormonal temper, he’d thought he could be the bigger man and look past his temptations.

But, when she made her advances one too many times, it was impossible to keep the dam from overflowing and that day when he had finally given in, when he had almost attacked her in a lustful glory, it was quite possibly of the better memories of his entire thirty years of living. Lola was like a flower, and Cian was a bee, drawn to her in all of her gorgeousness. She had beautiful, bright pink petals that - to Cian - were impossible to ignore.

He enjoyed the sounds spilling from her lips as he bit deep into Lola’s skin, making his mark more prominent than before. If only she could mark him, he wanted to bear her love bites for everyone to see yet for fear of his wife finding out, it always held him back. He chuckled at the bitter tone in her voice, it were times like this that Cian knew how much he was madly in love with her. “Is that so, love?” He was teasing her, his favorite pastime.

His fingers were glued to her soft, delicate skin as she brought his hand further up her skirt. A small smirk slithered its way onto his lips just as his the tips of his fingers hooked the side of her panties - lace by the feel of them. He didn’t move any further, wanting to prolong whatever was going to happen. Perhaps he shouldn’t let it progress from her. They could pick up after hours, when everyone was gone and the office was empty, but Cian felt like he couldn’t wait.

He pushed her further up onto the table and glanced into her eyes, smirking before pulling her in for another mouth-watering, fiery-passionate kiss.

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Losing all sense of restraint was liberating. She knew how long Cian has been fighting his feelings for her, his urges. Every stolen glance, every forbidden thought – they piled up on their shoulders until they were collapsing under the weight of their own desire. In a perfect world he would not have been married. Or maybe, she had better morals. Lola never lacked options – wherever she went – men fell to her feet trying to please her. she was blessed with a body like an hourglass, sun kissed skin and a pair of eyes that could penetrate through the hardest of hearts. Unfortunately for her, no college boy was going to satiate the hunger she had for mr. donoghue, her boss. The impossible was always a lot more interesting in her eyes. To her defense, none of the other Romanov women had better luck in finding a man.

But the fact that cian was married was hardly a prominent one in lola's eyes. More of a challenge really. It was clear where his heart and loyalties laid, so why would he even want to stay with her, lola wondered? Sure, cutting ties and uprooting yourself from the home you've built for years with your high school sweetheart was not going to be easy or pain-free…but lola simply wasn’t the type of girl that would take no for an answer. She wasn’t going to be one of them loser mistresses that moped in dark hallways and hotel rooms – waiting to be used and tossed aside for an hour or two. No. it was the mrs. This time, it was going to be the mrs. That finds herself out.

Lola could feel the heat of his hand between her thighs, and then his fingers clenched the fabric of her thong, yet – he did not make another effort to remove them. It was strange, really. It wasn’t the first time they fucked in here during office hours. Nor did she think was the last. Something was holding him back and frankly it worried her a little. Or maybe he was just teasing? The look in his eyes was playful but didn’t give away too much. His hands pushed her onto the table now, and her first instinct was to lie back on the table, spreading herself on display for him, but he just brought their mouths together once more, his lips claiming her passionately.

Kissing back, her hands traveled down his torso and around his crotch, palming his bulge softly as she began to groan. Her lips massaged his, battling for control before pulling back. The kiss was not long, but it was searing – hot enough to leave a burn. "What's the matter, daddy? You don’t want to touch me?" she asked in wonder, spreading her legs a little wider around him.

outfit | #500ish | notes: she luvs her daddy ^.^


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With the beauty that Lola possessed, there was a million ways in which that Cian could describe her and each one wouldn’t come close to how he truly felt about her. She wasn’t all about her looks though, and Cian liked the fact that his woman had a fiery and passionate personality, able to do what she pleased with anyone that came along, him included, but whether she was just stringing him along, he hadn’t caught a glimpse of it, and it only seemed that the two of them were so hopelessly in love.

Her hair, like crisp, golden waves, flowing sweetly past her shoulders. Like rays of the summer sun, perfectly ripe with golden richness. Her eyes, beautiful crafted jewels of green, emeralds that were swimming upon her seemingly perfect face. Sculpted perfectly down to the last detail. Her lips, amazingly plump and sweetly pink, and each time they connected with his own, she tasted like candy, sugary sweet and slightly addictive candy. He loved her beauty marks, sprinkled across her neck so that he could kiss each and every one of them when he wanted.

In his eyes, she was like a greek goddess, she could do no wrong and would mean no harm. The curvature of her body was mesmerizing, not to mention the attributes that came along with it as well. She had long legs that were toned and it was Cian’s favorite things to have them wrapped around his waist, squeezing them closer together if it were possible. Her voice was like vodka, burning with an amazing passion and yet welcome at the same time. He wanted more and he needed more, like a freshman in college who is tasting his first sense of freedom and getting piss ass drunk.

The way she moaned his name and clawed at his back. The way she bit his earlobe and held herself back from giving him love bites, he wished himself that he could be marked by the woman that he loved. With a sharp breath intake through his nose as Lola began to palm him through his pants, Cian growled against her lips. “Not at all.” He hissed, shifting the fabric of her thong and pressing a finger against her clit. “Let’s try not to be too loud now, dear. Don’t want the others to know how naughty we are, right?” He said, teasing her just a bit with his finger before fully slipping it inside of her.

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Lola knew what she did to him. even a blind man could see the affect they had on each other. When she first came into his life, into his office, she saw a withering man in an expensive suit, the way he leaned over his desk, bracing himself with one hand, It almost seemed like his gloomy reality was weighing down on him. the other hand was clutching onto a paper sheet, his eyes narrow, his lips pursed tightly. He was so focused – yet – so dormant. And so it was – the dull life of the almost too-successful ceo, married to a wife he loved like his best friend, surrounded by workers he saw more than his own family, trapped between the four walls of his penthouse office. Boring, boring, boring. Taking the same route to work every morning. Drinking the same coffee. Correcting the team on the same mistakes over and over again.

And then along came lola. People noticed her from the moment she entered the building. She had a strong aura and three tons of charisma. Sure, she had her bad days like everyone else – but most of the time she was a ticking energy bomb – always looking for the next best thing, always three steps ahead of you. Which made her the perfect woman for the job. The perfect woman for cian. Since she came around he was no longer humming wordlessly. His expressions changed, something in his eyes, like someone had turned on the lights behind them. His quiet, confident alpha was showing more and more, and something about him was drawing her in against her better judgement. She knew he was married, the ring on his wedding finger was one of the first few things she noticed at her job interview. But she remembered thinking, from day one, how attractive he was and how pleasant she found his voice when he spoke for longer than just a couple of sentences.

The fact that they were turning so professionally compatible had her mind expanding in other directions…she couldn’t help it. his eyes spoke to her, his body language, she knew what he was going to say before he has even said it. they completed each other's sentences. "Mhm…I'll be quiet." she promised in a whisper as her body trembled beneath his. "take them off." she whined as her hands traveled around the distinct v shape of his hips and under his boxers, slowly peeling them down until his member was exposed in all its glory. If it was any other time she would have never given up the chance to taste him, but this morning she was already worked up and beyond ready. Somewhere in the back of her head she was tired of all the lying and the hiding, but right now her body demanded his as an immediate solution to a very pressing, very urgent problem far down in the humid south.

outfit | #500ish | notes: she luvs her daddy ^.^


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