Chapter 518 Lola, I Want to Live with You 1
Lola had been drinking, and Johnny's hand was messed up, so they called the family driver to get them to the hospital.
After the check-up, turned out Johnny's hand was fractured. Lola felt pretty helpless. "You're so fragile; why'd you even get into a fight?"
Johnny just let the nurse put a cast on his hand. The nurse couldn't believe how good-looking he was. And Lola was a knockout too. They both looked like they stepped out of a magazine. Lola, especially, in her shirt, with that busty figure and slim waist, looked super sexy.
The inattentive nurse hurt Johnny! He buried his face into Lola's soft stomach. Lola tugged at his hair, "Johnny, you're almost 30, and you still act like a kid!"
The nurse covered her mouth, laughing.
Johnny leaned against Lola and whispered, "It really hurts!"
Lola rolled her eyes at his shamelessness and warned him, "When we get back, don't tell anyone how you got hurt."
Johnny looked up. After a long pause, he said softly, "Shouldn't you be responsible for my injury? If you refuse, I'll find that guy and let him sue me, then I'll go for a public trial. You wouldn't want this scandal to go worldwide, would you?"
Lola sneered. "Shameless! How should I be responsible? Marry you?"
Johnny shook his injured hand and said slowly, "Not really! Until my hand heals, I want to stay at your place, and you take care of me."
Lola crossed her arms. "Did you get hurt on purpose?"
Johnny smiled faintly, waiting for her decision. He knew she wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it; she didn't want her family to know and be bothered, and she didn't want to upset Darren.
Johnny felt wronged, having to use a rival to pursue his wife.
Lola didn't say anything, and Johnny didn't push her until they got downstairs and into the car.
Lola spoke calmly, "To my apartment!"
Jared was stunned and swallowed hard. "Is Johnny going too?"
Lola commanded, "Don't tell my dad."
Jared was displeased. "You being with Johnny is a good thing!"
Lola gave him a look. Clearly, Lola could shut Jared up, so he did.
The black car smoothly arrived at the apartment building. Lola got out and opened the car door for Johnny. "Get out."
Johnny crawled out of the car, even smiling at Jared.
Jared forced a smile, which looked worse than crying.
Late at night, Lola walked ahead, and Johnny followed behind.
In the elevator, no one spoke. Lola leaned silently against the elevator wall, lost in thought.
Once inside the apartment, Lola went straight to the kitchen. She had drunk a bit and hadn't eaten, so she was a little hungry.
Johnny rested on the sofa.
She asked him, "How about some pasta?"
"You can cook?"
Lola took off her coat and threw it on the sofa. "What if I can't? How would I serve you?"
After she spoke, there was a moment of silence. Especially Johnny, who watched her quietly for a long time before saying hoarsely, "Let me do it!"
"No need! If you hurt your hand again, do I have to serve you forever?"
Johnny followed her into the kitchen. Lola was cooking with her back to him, her tall figure looking good even from behind.
He leaned against the counter, watching quietly.
If it weren't for his youthful ignorance back then, this scene would be their daily life now. They both had their careers, working during the day and coming home to cook together at night, though he would probably do most of the cooking. Then maybe work overtime, and in their free time, they could cuddle and watch TV together. Later, they might have two kids, just like Gavin and Molly.
Johnny's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but say, "Wouldn't that be nice?"
Lola was chopping vegetables, her eyes lowered as she smiled faintly. "You wish! Johnny, this arrangement is temporary. Once your hand is better, go back home. You have plenty of servants to take care of you."
"What if I only want you?"
At some point, he was already behind her, his voice soft, like a feather brushing against her neck.
Lola paused. Before she could speak, she was turned around. Her face was pressed against his shoulder.
What she saw was a crisp white shirt and Johnny's newly grown stubble. Just the scent of him was quite appealing.
"Johnny, what are you doing?"
"Kissing you!"
Then, naturally, they kissed.
With one hand inconvenient, Johnny pressed Lola against the counter, one hand on the back of her head to keep her from moving, and then he kissed her deeply.
Lola bit him.
Johnny paused slightly, looking down at her with emotions swirling in his eyes.
Then, he captured her lips again, kissing her passionately.
"Johnny!"
Lola cupped his face, trying to pull away, but she underestimated his strength and determination. Instead of separating, the kiss deepened.
After the kiss, Johnny licked her lips and whispered, "How does it feel?"
Lola's voice was slightly hoarse. "Not bad! But you need to let go of me now; the water's boiling, and I need to cook the pasta."
Johnny didn't push further. He just looked at her deeply, then walked out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette and calm his inner turmoil.
At the hospital, he told himself he just wanted to spend more time with her, but he couldn't lie to himself.
He wanted to be with Lola, both physically and emotionally.
Ten minutes later, Lola brought out the pasta and called him, "Dinner's ready!"
Johnny turned his head and saw Lola with her neck slightly bent, looking slender and unusually delicate, quite attractive.
He walked over, sat down, and took a bite of the pasta. It was much better than he had imagined, quite delicious. He looked up.l "You really can cook?"
Lola nodded. "This is all I can make!"
Johnny asked, "So if I stay here for a month, are you going to make this for me every day?"
Lola chuckled lightly. "You're hard to please! Be grateful you have something to eat!"
Johnny's gaze deepened.
After a while, he said softly, "When my hand is better, I'll cook for you."
Lola snorted. "When your hand is better, you should go back home."
"What if it never gets better?"
"Then I'll find a man to marry and disgust you!"
Johnny kept eating his pasta. When he was almost done, he suddenly said, "Lola, you've changed a lot since we were kids!"
Lola finished her last bite and smiled faintly. "Yeah, people change! Just like you've become quite detestable!"
Johnny chuckled lightly.
Lola kicked his foot. "Go wash the dishes! Don't think you can get away with not doing anything just because you hurt one hand! I won't spoil you."
"You only spoil Darren, right?"
Lola stood up, flicking her long hair. "Yep! If you're uncomfortable, you can leave!"
Then she went straight to take a shower; she was really tired today.
Johnny washed two plates with one hand and then smoked a cigarette.
When Lola came out of the bathroom, she threw a bathrobe at him. "Make do with this! Tomorrow, have someone send over some clothes! And you're staying in the guest room on the right."
Johnny looked at the bathrobe in his hand and asked, "Did Darren wear this?"
Lola said impatiently, "If you don't want to wear it, go naked!"
Johnny clicked his tongue. She really knew how to get under his skin. Lola stretched and yawned. "I'm going to sleep! Do as you please!"
Johnny stopped her. "My hand is inconvenient, I can't get it wet! Help me wash!"
Lola leaned against the bedroom door, squinting at him.
She sneered. "This was your real intention, wasn't it? Trying to stay here and sleep with me? Johnny, your hand is almost useless, and you still think about these things?"
She really underestimated his shamelessness.
Johnny walked up to her, lowering his voice. "I don't mind if you're on top."
Lola was almost scared.
She didn't want to deal with him and turned to leave, but Johnny grabbed her arm. "At least help me wipe down; it's uncomfortable being sticky."
Lola patted his face. "Either endure it or wipe yourself!"
With that, she went into the bedroom and closed the door.
Johnny looked at the door and laughed self-deprecatingly.
He was indeed a very clean man and couldn't stand not showering for a day, so he still managed to wipe himself down with one hand. Of course, he didn't wear the bathrobe. Johnny put on his underwear, grabbed his pants and shirt, and sneaked into Lola's room.
It was dark and quiet inside.
Lola seemed to be asleep.
He couldn't believe she would fall asleep so quickly, especially with a man in her house.
When Johnny lay down next to Lola, the warmth of his body woke her up immediately.
"Johnny, what are you doing?"
"Sleeping!"
Lola laid there, feeling his presence, then turned on the light.
He was lying on her bed, shirtless. With his good looks, he was indeed a sight to behold!
Lola looked at him. "I brought you back, not to warm my bed! If I wanted someone do it, I wouldn't choose a cripple!"
Johnny leaned lazily against the headboard. "You can try! My hand is injured, but everything else works just fine!"
He moved closer, his voice low and seductive. "Lola, I remember you used to like bullying me when we were kids! Don't you want to try now? Maybe you'll get addicted!"
Lola sneered. "I didn't know you had a masochistic tendency."
She figured she couldn't get rid of him, so she turned off the light and went to sleep. In the dark, she said, "If you touch me, I'll make sure you can never hold a woman again!"
Then he moved closer, his warm body pressing against hers.
Lola was quite tall, but Johnny was much taller, with broad shoulders that made her feel small in his embrace. Lola silently enjoyed it, realizing that having someone to warm the bed at night wasn't so bad.
She turned her back and threw out another harsh remark.
Johnny moved closer, resting his chin on her shoulder, and whispered, "If you want, I'm always ready!"
Lola responded with a cold laugh.
She said she didn't want it, but her body honestly desired it. In her sleep, she turned over and snuggled into his arms, just like when they were kids, holding his waist.
Johnny wasn't sure if he heard her call his name. She softly called "Johnny," but he couldn't hear what she said after that. He tried hard to listen, but Lola didn't say anything more.
The night was long, but he wasn't sleepy, not from desire, but from finally holding this person again.
Even if it was through despicable means, he finally held her again. In the dark, Johnny moved his injured hand.
His hand was perfectly fine, very flexible.
In the morning, when Lola woke up, Johnny was already gone. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. The apartment was completely silent. Did he leave in frustration because they didn't sleep together and move back?
Lola was quite happy! But her joy didn't last long. She heard the door open and voices, one of which sounded like Johnny's secretary.
Lola ran out barefoot.
In the living room, there were four suitcases, each weighing 50 pounds. There were even some documents and office equipment.
Johnny's secretary saw Lola and smiled apologetically, nodding.
Lola crossed her arms in front of her and looked at Johnny. "Are you staying temporarily or moving in? Johnny, you don't plan to freeload off me forever, do you?"
Johnny checked the items. Then he let his secretary to leave first. After closing the door, he said, "I care about my quality of life! Even if it's temporary, I want to live comfortably!"
Lola pointed at the stuff. "You just moved all this out of your house?"
Johnny smiled faintly. "I have an apartment; most of my things are there."
Lola glared at him!
He clearly had a place to stay but insisted on freeloading at her place. She wanted to kick him out, along with all his stuff.
Johnny spoke up, "I made breakfast!"
Lola looked over. Sure enough, there were sandwiches on the table, and just looking at them made her hungry.
Lola scratched her head. "Let's eat first, then you can leave!"
Johnny smiled, walking over to gently smooth her hair.
His voice was soft. "I cook very well! Don't you want to try?"
Lola wavered. She scrutinized him for a long time before saying, "Don't think that cooking a few meals will get you into my bed. I'm not that easy."
Johnny whispered, "Actually, I'd rather you sleep with me than the other way around."
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